The other day I was getting prepared for work and I choose my pair of pants that I had not worn for a couple of weeks because of my friend Bloody Mary coming to town. Sorry for the guys that’s reading this post but I’m just being honest.
As I stood up to put on my pants leg by leg, I couldn’t pull up my pants passed knee towards my thighs. Heartbroken I sat down on the couch and struggled with taking off the skin tight pants. Five minutes later, I removed the pants and went to my bathroom to the scary realization that I have gained weight, mainly in the thighs and ass areas, which in the African American community it’s a great thing but in my case with family members dealing with heart disease, strokes and diabetes it’s not cute. So I had to go through the sad moment of having to lose weight and eat better.