Markola
Thinks s/he gets paid by the post
Since semi-FIRE-ing in 2020, like many, my wardrobe most days has become jeans or shorts, t-shirt, and comfortable sneakers. I still have a closet full of nice work clothes, which life obligations sometimes force me to look through and, sometimes, to even shave. Today, for example, we went to a retirement party
for an attorney friend in her nice downtown offices (I am a mere history major and not an attorney, btw.) Wardrobe assembly was going well enough until I tried to put on the pants. Holy Mother of ….!! I nearly had to get a running start to get in them! What has happened since I fairly recently packed those chosen, comfortable pants in a suitcase?
We did the gig to celebrate our friend, which was enjoyable enough chit chat, though it turns out lawyers apparently don’t wear sport coats anymore much, like I did. Younger people looked at me like I must be a senior partner from another firm. Again, I’M NOT. I managed a fairly well put-together business casual look, except that I was starting to lose feeling below my waist. I digress.
So now I’m home and debating what, if anything to do about it. We eat entirely well-balanced, no sugars, hardly anything processed. Probably the worst food we have is in restaurants with all the salts, sauces, seed oils and who knows what? And I walk at least 4 miles a day, and am fortunate that all my vital signs are terrific.
When I have wanted to lose some weight before, I was most successful going cold turkey on carbs. But I like some carbs. What is life without pasta, I ask you? So, do I make those pants comfortable? Or do I learn to love the new me, of which there is now, apparently, more?
We did the gig to celebrate our friend, which was enjoyable enough chit chat, though it turns out lawyers apparently don’t wear sport coats anymore much, like I did. Younger people looked at me like I must be a senior partner from another firm. Again, I’M NOT. I managed a fairly well put-together business casual look, except that I was starting to lose feeling below my waist. I digress.
So now I’m home and debating what, if anything to do about it. We eat entirely well-balanced, no sugars, hardly anything processed. Probably the worst food we have is in restaurants with all the salts, sauces, seed oils and who knows what? And I walk at least 4 miles a day, and am fortunate that all my vital signs are terrific.
When I have wanted to lose some weight before, I was most successful going cold turkey on carbs. But I like some carbs. What is life without pasta, I ask you? So, do I make those pants comfortable? Or do I learn to love the new me, of which there is now, apparently, more?