That's the only conclusion I can draw from the fact that I have gained a significant amount of weight since we moved here. I'm too vain to admit out loud exactly how many pounds, but less just say it's more than 10 and less than 100. It's a jeans size for sure.
Which is such a disappointment to me because I really thought it was going to be easy to lose weight living here. There is a gym half a mile from our house, and I figured since there's nowhere else to go anyway, I would be fit and toned in no time.
Turns out there is somewhere to go besides the gym. There's the kitchen. And I go there a lot.
I'm realizing that now that I live in such a small town and don't leave the house all that much, I spend a lot of time baking. Cookies. Muffins. Yeast rolls. Homemade pizza. And then I spend an equal amount of time eating them. No wonder my jeans don't fit.
The good news is I'm going back to work in December. I expect merely getting out of the house on a regular basis for more than four minutes at a time is going to shave inches straight off my hips. The bad news is that December is two months away, and I sort of need to get dressed in the meantime.
It saddens me to take the plunge and admit that I can't really breathe when my jeans are buttoned and that even if I could, the resulting muffin top is, um, less than sexy. But, alas, admit it I must. So, inspired by Sarah, I've decided to head to Olean tomorrow and buy some jeans. Assuming I can find some at Old Navy because, other than Walmart, that's the only place within an hour that even sells jeans.
If only there were so few places that sell flour and sugar.
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Bravo! Your kitchen sounds like my kinda place :) Take some flour, add some sugar. Bake. Groan. Repeat.
Good luck with your jeans!
I don't think there is any direct correlation between population and pounds.
However, water quality may have a direct impact. Have you tried any Georgia water lately?
LOL! Good luck on your jeans search!
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