Sunday, March 4, 2012

Happy Me

It doesn't take much to make me happy.

No, really, it doesn't.

Little things like being able to fit into my 5.11 tactical pants make me happy.

I bought them before Thanksgiving.  They were a tad on the too small size, but the next size up was way too big, so I bought them, intending to lose the weight to make them fit.  Then Thanksgiving and Christmas happened and they became a lot more than a tad on the too small size.  I cursed my poor choice in buying a size that was sort of too small.

This morning, I got up and got a wild hair up my butt to try them to see if I could wear them to my match today.  They fit.  I wouldn't say they fit perfectly - another five pounds off my ass will make them fit a whole heap better, but they do fit and I was able to wear them all day without becoming uncomfortable.

Tomorrow is weigh-in and I'm not really looking forward to it, but if I hate my weigh-in, I'll just put my 5.11s back on to remind me that maybe the scale's not always the way to go.

1 comment:

Allenspark Lodge said...

I don't think they are old enough to be experiencing thread rot, so you must be shrinking.

You go.