Mom was fitting me with some jeans so she can have them hemmed up. She looked up at me baffled and then laughed. She wasked me why my stomach was hanging over my pants. I guess I knew that it did but I didn’t think anyone else noticed. Besides, doesn’t everyone’s stomach hand over their pants at this age? Anyway, when a mother who very much loves you and can see no wrong sees some wrong, you know it’s high time you get your arse in gear and burn it off.
Went jogging last night and this morning…it’s still there. I got a new jogging partner though, Max. He is much more calm now. Gotta lose that tummy so gonna keep keeping on.