As much as I tried to fight her off, Frumpy’s back. You see, I started going to the gym regularly back in April. I wasn’t intending to lose weight; I just wanted to stop ingesting so much junk, and I wanted to be able to run for thirty minutes without greeting death at my door. Well it’s two months later now, and I’ve unexpectedly dropped down to my lightest weight since probably college. The good news is that I feel healthier and stronger. I’ve always been on the slim side; now I’m just slim-mer. But no worries, I’ve held at this weight for a couple weeks now and according to my BMI, I’m on the lower end of the “normal” weight range. I don’t intend on slimming down any further– gotta keep what little curves I got 😉

The bad news is my relatively new pants, which I purchased in late February/early March, are now baggy. Poofy in the butt (which has gone from zero to sub-zero) and frumpy in the front. Fuck. And they are beautiful pants too. On Pamela’s advice, I had actually stretched beyond my 100 RMB-per-piece limit and invested. Guess I’ll try taking them to a tailor. I do hope they’re salvageable, as I’m not in the mood to return to square one.