Some Days are Happy

I decided to dress casually yesterday for work. Of course, I was latelatelate getting ready, but knew which jeans I would wear. I haven't needed a belt in years, so the only one I could find had a bronze buckle. My jacket had silver buttons, so I spent lots of time fretting over that.

At 10:40 (class begins at 11:00) I was ready with my mixed metals and glanced in the mirror only to see baggy baggy jeans. They were grossly too big. No one in class would even notice my color problem because they would be grimacing at my too big pants. Remember, most of my students are 18 and come to class looking like they are ready for the runway (and not the one at the airport.)

At 10:45 I was admiring the way my smaller jeans actually zip and button now.

At 11:05 I walked into class and was greeted by a chorus of, "You're late!! We were going to leave!!" There was no chalk for the board, the room was freezing, there was loud construction going on right outside the classroom windows, and I had to teach grammar.

BUT I had proof that I had lost weight and that's all that mattered. It was a great day.