The Unsung Glories of Fat Loss

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I think the best part about losing weight is that my legs no longer rub together when I walk.

It’s true.  I’m just saying.  It’s true.

I started thinking that maybe I could begin to break down my weight loss goals into small, measurable goals such as this.  After all, the thing that made me want to lose weight in the first place was the sudden realization that I could push all my spare tire fat to the front of my body and hold it there in my hands.

When you can hold your fat in your hands, you should probably take action.

And so I did.  I can no longer hold said fat in said hands.  And the legs aren’t chubby enough to rub together while I go about my errands for the day.   And since this seems to be an effective tactic, I think I’ll keep it up.  After all, it requires me to admit humiliating and fatty things about myself, get angry at those things, and then change them and celebrate the victory.  How could it fail?

Let’s consider some of my next steps:

• Wave goodbye and hello without the bottom half of my upper arm waving at a slower rate

• Wear any pair of pants without a distinction between the fat that makes it into the pants and the fat that pours out the top

• Eliminate that bra-eating-my-back-fat feeling I sometimes get

• Bend over in a pair of jeans without my butt crack quietly slipping up and out of them

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