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Last week I reached a weight loss milestone, I have know lost 20 kilos or 44 pounds. Although the progress has been much slower over our particularly cold winter this year, there is progress none the less and I was pretty damn happy to get to the 20 kilo mark at last. If I get time I will do another BIA on myself this week so I can compare to last time and of course post the results.

One of the downsides of losing this much weight and size is the continual need for new clothes, although I understand many of you may see this as an upside, it really gives me the ….. well you get the picture.  But an incident the other day may have changed my mind on this stubbornness not to buy new clothes every five kilos or so.

I decided to take our son out for some breakfast and to do some shopping while leaving my wife at home for a sleep in a couple of Sundays ago, anyway without thinking I threw on a top and my favourite jeans and braved the madness that is the shopping centre. I did notice when I put my jeans on that they were a little loose, but I didn’t think much of it, that was a mistake. As we walked around the centre picking up odd bits and pieces it wasn’t long until I was loaded down with bags and it was time to head back to the car. At this stage of course our son had started to get tired and I thought I could carry him and the bags all at the same time, it was then as I stood on the travelator with no free hands that I first noticed that my jeans were heading south, it was a very slow decline but it was noticeable, I managed to hike them up a bit with the grocery arm and headed into the car park. I strolled toward our car, with someone stalking me in their car for my spot, my pants started heading south again, panic started to set in as I tried to hold on to them with my grocery arm while trying not to disturb a now dozing 3 1/3 year old, by the time I got to the car one side of my jeans was half down making me look like M.C. fat white bastard and the other half was been held up by a badly fatiguing arm. I had no choice I had to wake the child to save by dignity and to get out of there, he thankfully fell asleep again in the car, which unfortunately gave me the same holding child and grocery’s scenario while opening the front door. This led me to entering the house with my pants around my ankles while praying that the neighbour’s who entered their driveway at the same time as me didn’t think it was too odd to see me trying to open the door with my legs spread as far as possible in the vain attempt to keep my pants from falling down in public, it was unfortunately a fruitless attempt, but it could have been worse, the very old looking couple in the car following me in the car park could have really been in for a treat