Was walking up the stairs past my full-length mirror just now and suddenly went, "Oi! Where did my butt go?!" Could it be the illusion of black pants, long black boots, all that? Have I not looked in the mirror for so long that I could have suddenly gotten more "svelte" than I thought I was?
So tried a few other mirrors. Nope, same effect.
Just when I was starting to get really happy I thought I'd better try it without the clothes... just to make sure, you know. Oh. That's where the butt is. And all the other wobbles. And gazing down only accentuates them to the over-trained eye. No wonder I don't walk around nude. :-)
Yet... I'm running out of clothing options. When I bought these pants they fitted well. Now they're hipsters. Perhaps they've stretched. My jeans are hanging low too, and they're not made to. Skirts not an option, they're falling off. All good signs, though still a ways to go (at least in my book). It's firming up that needs doing, something that I need to devote time to... time which seems in such short supply lately.
Still, it's progress I guess. And without a whole lot of effort.
(perhaps I should post a before/so-far pic combo?)
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