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Fitting into Old Jeans

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Fitting into Old, Skinny Jeans

How does it feel like fitting into old skinny jeans? For me, it is the best feeling ever. Better than going to shop for new jeans with a new, bigger size. Better than receiving a gift of cool, trendy jeans. For me, it is Indeed a proud moment when old jeans adjust to my newly acquired body shape. Or, should I say the proud moment when my hard work starts showing the result in the form of “Fitting into old jeans”!

Fitting into old jeans is one of the most difficult tasks on the earth. I don’t have any idea about other planets though;)
Cut your favourite food without cheating, hit the gym and don’t skip, exercise and be regular in it…Gosh! There are so many conditions but the reward is worth it. You will fit into your old, skinny jeans. That means you’re in a better shape and saving some bucks to get more from your life. The incentives won’t stop here.
Health will definitely show improvement. Chances are that you’ll live a decade or two more by controlling your urge to binge and Fitting into Old, Skinny jeans😀

In the process, you may gain some good friends. Wait a minute. I don’t guarantee that you won’t lose friends. For the so-called friends who live to eat will have no interest in you. If you can afford to lose such bingers, go ahead and work out for Fitting into Old, Skinny Jeans!

Looking good is our ultimate intention. When it comes with an added benefit of good health, one should not object. We all know our bodies. We know how to get into better shapes. With this soft reminder about the advantages, I hope to see more people in their old jeans. Well, how about starting a trend #FittingIntoOldJeans;)

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Morning Jog- My Way!

With my running shoes on and mobile phone off, I’m set for a morning jog. Favourable weather with cool breeze is surely some inspiration. But the most inspiring are the sharp gazes and the wagging tongues of ‘conspiring women’ in my area. I’m not very fat, nor very lean. Have a tendency to put on when irresistible indulgences take control over me.

Pause.

As a responsible grown up member of my family, it’s my duty to keep my weight under control and fitness under scan. The over-indulgences, the cynical freedom to eat-whatever-you-want-to are not meant for me. Well.. at least it looks good in writing;)

“There are many, many like me” – I give assurance to myself.

Coming back to the Jog.

After witnessing quite many cases of transformation I persuaded myself to take to jogging. An additional incentive is to give myself a valid excuse to enjoy second helping when the food is exotic;)

Only fourth day to The Jog and my partner-in-jog is nowhere to be seen!
This is what I call betrayal!!
When she and I decided to start The Jog, we signed the “agreement” that if any of us is not coming for The Jog, she should inform the other person in advance.. I called her. And realized that she’s not up yet. I should better continue with the ritual, I started off.
Happy Feet.

Cool breeze and favourable weather. My feet and especially the mind are getting the necessary fuel to continue the rather painful session. I’m keeping myself motivated with thoughts of miraculous transformations. And the sumptuous foods with ‘allowed’ label once I dodge the weight limit.