I wiggled out of the middle of our queen-size bed at about 5:40 am. YaYa had crawled into bed with us in the wee hours of the morning. This usually translates into a less than optimal sleep. We were all a little tired when the time to wake up rolled around.
I made my way in the dark, down the stairs and into the kitchen for some coffee. I checked in the dryer for BoBo’s football pants to see if they had dried completely. They were gone; BoBo must have retrieved them last night.
I returned upstairs with 2 cups of coffee. I left 1 by Tom’s side of the bed, and went to the scale prior to taking a sip. 122.5 lbs – 20% BF. *sigh* My weight yo-yoed up a 1/2 pound. I took a sip from the cup. Whatever.
It’s Friday. Friday means a forced rest day. It also means “casual” dress at work. In California, casual Friday means jeans.
I searched high and low for my jeans. I looked in the clean clothes on the couch, and in the dirty clothes by my dresser. I even looked in my dresser drawers. No jeans.
So, I headed to the garage where I found a pair of jeans that I had placed in a bag of clothes to be donated to charity. I pulled them on. They’re snug. But there minimal muffin-top effect. My loose fitting jeans are beginning to be too loose. I might just have to keep these jeans after all. If I ever get those last 5 pounds off, they will fit quite nicely.