Earlier this summer, I stepped on the scales and almost fainted. I was as heavy as I've been in a very long time. My pants weren't fitting right and I just felt ran-down all the time.
Well I got sick of it.
Since then I've lost about 25 pounds, but have lost a lot of fat thanks to doing a lot of yardwork and trying to lift at least 2-3 times a week.
It hasn't had much of an effect at home, but I have this thing where I like to take all my jewelry off at work because of all the typing I do. Sometimes I forget to put it on as I head out for errands or lunch, never on purpose. But, I did it twice this week and both times wound up getting "hit-on" while I was out on the town.
Nothing too exciting - unless you're about to turn 30, married, and haven't had anyone interested in you in three months - just some innocent flirty conversation.
Hell, they probably didn't even mean anything by it, but I enjoyed feeling like someone was "happy" to see me. |