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August 22, 2008

Who knew that losing weight would be so expensive?

Vegetables and fruit cost more than McDonalds. ” title=”24-Hour Fitness”>24-Hour Fitness membership costs money. And, worst of all, buying new clothes in a smaller size costs money.

I know there are ways to get around that. I don’t have to go to Weight Watchers. I can walk around my neighborhood. I can pick up sewing as a hobby and take in my clothes.

But I think if I did that, it wouldn’t be quite as much fun.

It’s fun to see how creative you can get with your salads. It’s fun to weigh in every week at the meetings and get closer and closer to goal (at 10 percent you get a gold star keychain). It’s fun to get glances at the gym when you can switch from baggy pants and t-shirts to shorts and tank tops. It’s a whole new realm of fun to walk into a store and head straight for a size you haven’t been in years.

I made a promise with myself that by the time I reached our one-year wedding anniversary (and subsequent vacation), I would have lost enough weight to justify purchasing a new swimsuit.

I’ve done it – with my husband’s help.

Both of us are now the proud owners of jeans that are too big in the thighs and shirts that feel like tents. We also own two new formal pieces for a wedding we are attending next weekend: a black suit from ” title=”Nordstrom”>Nordstrom that I put on and almost started to cry.

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