No baby news. Just wanted to say that right up front.I've got a full day ahead of me what with yoga and then going to town to do some of that fabulous data entry for Mr. Moon and then an entire chicken in the refrigerator (not one of mine) that must be cooked but I've got a problem on my hands and here it is:
I'm a jeans snob. I don't like lycra in jeans. You can wear jeans made entirely of lycra for all I care but I have my jeans-for-life and they are men's Levi's in a hard-to-find style and I have been wearing them for approximately ten years except for the years I was fat and this is looking like one of those and I am WORRIED because winter is coming up.
I love my jeans. After all these years of wear they are getting to that good point in jeanery. Soft and the color blue that no other jeans but Levis will fade into. The color blue of the eyes of a sweet old cowboy, a newborn babe, a mean old woman who looks at you sharply when your cell phone rings in the library.
You know that blue.
I've spent all summer in these baggy linen men's cargo shorts from Old Navy and of course, the overalls and it's been easy to tell myself I'm not really gaining weight, especially since I don't get on scales.
I don't need scales.
My Levis will tell the truth and they don't waffle and they aren't subtle and they don't say, "Oh but honey, we'll stretch once you wear us for an hour."
I can get them on but it's not pretty and besides, it would cause gastric distress to wear them.
I could blame the menopause and I could blame the antidepressant but that would be a lie because I know it's me and what I do and don't do. Sure, I can tell that menopause with its powerful heat-inducing hormone shifts is changing the very shape and essence of my body but really- let's face it- you're either carrying around too much adipose or you're not.
I am.
Okay. That's all I have to say today. I'm certainly not a hugely obese woman, I'm just a woman whose life-time jeans are not fitting and that means, well, you know what it means- I'm going to bitch about it.
This is not earth-shaking stuff, this not-fitting-into-my-jeans but let me tell you- it can mean the difference between a good winter and a bad one. On that very, very personal and egotistical level, at least.
Which is where I'm operating from right now.
Gotta go!
I hope YOUR jeans fit.
