The denim deities have spoken. I have ruined two pairs of pants in maybe a little over a month. The zipper broke on the first pair. The second pair split through the seam. This may be a reflection of poor craftsmanship, but I'm interpreting these omens differently. The jeans are harbingers of doom.
Here I sit to acknowledge their warning.
I don't weigh the most I've ever weighed. I am not the most out of shape I have ever been. But, I will be if I continue down this path. And, this isn't about being less overweight than before. It's about being fit, being proud, being what I know I can be.
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