07 August, 2008

The up side of the back side

The conversation went something like this:

Turtle: Did you put on a fresh pair of jeans today?
Foo: Yeah.
Turtle:
Foo: Why? Is there something on them?
Turtle: No. Did you lose weight?
Foo: Some. I'm down to 160, last time I checked.
Turtle: Oh.
Foo: What is it? Are you saying these jeans look bagged out already?
Turtle: Well–
Foo: Wait… I'll put my wallet in my pocket. That'll help.
Turtle: Now your butt looks lop-sided.

It's a good problem to have. I think.

Now playing: The Contrast, Perfect Disguise: Introducing The Contrast

7 comments:

Lou said...

It certainly is a good problem to have...congrats...and HI turtle!

Bee said...

My hubby is having this same issue. I would LOVE to be inflicted as well.

Doing this today inched me forward in my quest.

Bret said...

Just remember. You're not alone.

http://www.geocities.com/arlen_texas/backstory.htm

That Janie Girl said...

How come it's always easy for guys???

waaah. (whine)

Mike said...

@lou: Turtle says 'hi'.

@bee: That's awesome! Was that your first group ride event? Which route did you do?

I think the Tour de Bridges concept is pretty neat. One of these days, I'd kind of like to try one of the rides here in Texas that take the riders on a tour of historic forts. Yes, there are others besides The Alamo.

@bret: Fortunately, the situation is not quite that dire. I actually saw that episode. Turtle must've been away from the house that afternoon.

@janie: I've ridden about 1500 miles since January of this year. It's not that easy. And, if you'd ever seen a photograph of my dad's side of the family, you'd understand I'm also fighting genetics.

The trick will be to keep the weight off once November rolls around.

WV: “ourrs”. No… yourrs. I'm not really a fan of asparragus.

Anne said...

blah, blah, blah... I wish MY jeans were "bagged."

Tink said...

Somewhere on the other end of the spectrum...

Tink: Are those your old jeans?
Hoop: No. Why?
Tink: Oh. Um, nothing.
Hoop: *Sigh* What?
Tink: They're a little tight.
Hoop: Yeah, maybe a little.
Tink: Maybe a lot.
Hoop: It's fine. I just have to suck in while I'm wearing them.
Tink: Babe, they look like they were painted on.

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