Once A Runner…

My Wife Threw Me An Old Pair of Jeans This Morning…

… and they almost fit me again! They were a pair of 34×34 Levi’s 501 jeans, a pair from several (maybe four or five?) years ago. I had gone to a 36-inch waist and then the 38-inch waist jeans I usually wear now. The 38’s were becoming tight, too, just a month ago.

I think that pair the wife dug out of the closet had been shoved into a box and saved simply because they were still fairly new, but it’s also possible I had insisted that we shouldn’t give them away when I had to move up to a larger waist size — you know, the old I-just-might-get-back-into-those argument. And, well, I have because I slipped into them without a problem and buttoned them right up. Okay, I had to suck in my gut a little the first time, but not by much. The fly gapped just a tiny bit so I was concerned that they might bother me to wear them to work, but they fit pretty well — much better than they would’ve just a month ago.

Now, I do wear my jeans down on my hips a little bit, so there’s no way I need to be in that pair for a little bit longer yet. My real waist is a little higher and a bit larger than 34 inches still. Regardless, I felt pretty damned good about being able to get into them again. There is progress. Yes, indeed. Good progress.

I had a nice walk this evening. I overslept this morning by a little too much to push the time and get in breakfast and get to work. Blame the weights I did last night, I guess. We had company last night and I delayed my lifting until after they had left. It’s not really a very good idea to work out so close to bedtime, of course, but I was stubborn.

I think I slept okay despite the late weights, but my wife said I was a little restless and tried to monopolize more than my fair share of the bed, so I would’ve been wiser to postpone that workout to tonight.

The scales this morning had me at 188 pounds. I need to stop weighing myself every morning, but it’s kind of becoming a compulsion. I’m smart enough to realize that there will be no appreciable progress day-to-day, and I know that increased muscle mass will register as weight-gains, too. I guess I’m eager to get to a weight where I think I can risk my starting running again. Yeah, I know, reminding myself yet again: patience and perseverance.