Here's the really funny part (funny if you have a sadistic sense of humor and like laughing at other people's misery): I don't care if my jeans are tight, I'll put on a larger pair. I don't care if a shirt shows my 'rolls', I'll just change in to something looser. I don't even care if my thighs rub together when I walk around the hallways at work. What really gets to me, what breaks me down to tears, is when my running clothes don't fit!! When I start to (hold your breath, here comes the word....) chafe on my thighs when running, or when the band of my shorts leaves a nasty red line on my
I know what's happened, I've fallen victim to the 'I'm a runner, I can eat anything' mentality. It has to stop. What are your weapons against the pudge?