I finally broke down and went and bought me a new pair of jeans.
Because my favorite jeans are way too big.
The ones that used to give me a muffin-top less than a year ago.
The new ones I bought (on sale, cha-ching) are 2 sizes smaller.
I wish it was as easy to run in reality as it is to imagine myself running.
See I have a vision in my head of me running laps, maybe not like a track star, but running fairly easily.
The reality is far different. Jogging I get red faced and gasping. It isn't pretty. Or easy.
But if it helps me get into smaller jeans . . . .