No, I’m not cursed, nor am I sick.
You see, since transitioning from office life to working in a grocery store (which is considerably more physical), I’ve managed to lose all the weight I gained from sitting at a desk all day. In total, we’re talking about 30 pounds.
Keep in mind folks, I’m an only child, and while I’m well into my 40’s, my mother still tries to dress me. My recent weight loss has left her perplexed because she can no longer find outfits that fit me well.
Unfortunately, my mother, big as her heart is, does not share my taste in clothing. I’m pretty sure that her sense of fashion doesn’t reach past 1985, and it pretty much peaked at 1977. Still, the dutiful son, I’ll make myself wear one of the outfits she got for me to show appreciation for her efforts.
Of course, when I do this, my wife refuses to be seen with me and it’s usually a solo act.
The recent weight loss has me back down to my high school weight, which puts me at a size 29 waist, and my mom cannot find outfits that I can wear (in public). She was lamenting this to me yesterday and commented that I needed to put the weight back on so she would have better clothing options for me.
I went right to the store and bought some Slim Fast.