I’ve been a 36 waist for as long as I can remember.
I started a diet in July, I’ve lost ~35 pounds so far.
About a month ago, I discovered all my belts were too big, so I got a much smaller one. I could get to the second-loosest notch.
Today, I was at a store and saw some nice jeans. On a whim, I picked up a pair in 34, bought them, and wiggled my way into them out in my car. They seemed to fit ok.
At my next stop (grocery store), as soon as I got out of the car I noticed the pants were wanting to fall off. I figured they’d sort themselves out. As I walked through the store, they were continually falling down and would have probably fallen to my ankles if I wasn’t holding them up.
When I got back to my car, I put on the belt I was wearing at the start of the day, and in doing so I noticed that I’m on the absolute tightest belt notch.
This information is hitting my brain like rice pudding against a wall. I don’t know what to do with it. The possibility of me wearing 34-waist pants is challenging in itself, that I might be a muh-fuggin thirty-two just doesn’t compute.
I think I was a 32 in 6th grade.