So today, I promised myself that I would not be dwelling on my weight loss in yet another blog post. Too much coverage. Just too much.
So I am not going to talk about today’s trip to the gym, I’m not gonna do it. I’m not gonna go there, but I did have kind of a happy side note to make. A tiny reference that probably qualifies as a weight/gym/progress reference, but certainly forgivable.
So this post is really a postscript and sort of a final chapter on a swimsuit. A swimsuit that my dear wife had bought for me two years ago (here’s the link to the swimsuit post from long ago). A swimsuit that she believed I would be able to fit into soon. Well, that was (I repeat) two years ago, but today I did it! I finally did it! That stinking swimsuit finally fit on me. Plus, it looked good. Hooray, me!
There, just a tiny tale of dieting success. Forgive me, please, because I must now leave and pose for the Middle Aged Men of Minnesota swimsuit calendar. Success comes with obligations, you know.