Everywhere I Look, There's a Waist

A little more than a month to go in my gym's Biggest Loser competition, and I saw something today I haven't seen before:

My teammates all have waists! They didn't have them last week. And they're wearing skimpier (but not skimpy) clothing, as if they no longer need to hide under baggy stuff.

Very exciting. 

I have yet to watch the Biggest Loser on TV. It couldn't possibly be as good as seeing women I've come to know doing their best and getting results. I think we should all go bench press a Volkswagen to celebrate. Then have a cookie.

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[Bear]

I could certainly use this title for a post myself.

Like you, Anne, it seems that everywhere I look I see a waist too... when trying to look at my knees, my feet, or watching my step as I get on or off the escalator and, forgive me for saying this, but there's something I haven't seen for quite some time because my waist obscures my view and I just have to find it by feeling for it... my belt buckle.

But don't despair... I've done something about it. I wear thongs (flip-flops) and elastic waisted trousers... as for my knees, I've been reliably informed by someone who looked, that I no longer have any. So there we go, weight problems solved.

Cheers.