Day 76 (my new BFF)

Walking to the bathroom this morning, the receptionist in my office (with whom I’ve barely exchanged more than pleasant “hellos”) said, “Are you losing weight?”

“I’m trying,” I replied.

“I can tell. You look like you’ve lost a lot. Your clothes are hanging on you.”

“Well, you’re my new BFF!”

Floating on a cloud of unexpected confidence, I walked into the bathroom and glanced in the mirror. After the exchange I’d just had, I expected to see a vision of “good lookin’ness.”

What I got was hideousness.

Fugliness, actually.

My clothes were, in fact, hanging. But not in that, “wow, you just dropped some tonnage,” way. It was more of, “oh, poor thing, you must shop at Goodwill,” way.

While I initially thought that tackling the Double Ds (debt and diet) was a great idea — you widdle down debt by slashing the food budget, which in turn widdles your middle — I’m now having second thoughts.

What happens when your widdled middle no longer fits into your clothes? What does the budget have to say about that?

I don’t mind looking like a frump on the weekends — I live in tee shirts and jeans — but at work, I have to look professional, hell, I’d settle for presentable at this point.

May have to have a “budget meeting” with the hubby and work on some creative financing.

All bitching aside though, this is a fan-freakin-tastic problem to have! Thanks BFF, for bringing it to my attention.