My extremely cool VP at work says he likes it. Makes me look like a "Twenty-something." Nice guy... he didn't know I wasn't. And he calls me "Rache," which I like. He's sort of paternal.
Although I have not lost nearly as much ass as I'd like to, it seems I've lost enough to qualify me for objectification. I got two (not one) wolf whistles from passing cars on route 50 while doing yard work this evening. I hate to be accosted. But I suppose it's an indicator, isn't it? I flipped them off, like I always did before I started gaining the weight.
There are issues around losing the weight. It's part of the reason I delayed so long in getting started in earnest.
In lighter news, I find that solitary yard work with the walkman blasting is as good as solitary walks with the walkman blasting. I feel like maybe I'm sliding in the introverted direction lately. Haven't been this turned-inward since high school.
Does using the term "walkman" make me old?