The jeans getting scrunchy was my first real indicator that trouble was brewing after the Kung Fu had slacked off. Denim is a harsh mistress, and takes no prisoners. I worked hard to get into this size, so when I couldn't get my hands in the pockets without a crowbar, I knew serious steps had to be taken. This morning, I wouldn't exactly call them "loose," but they are back within the acceptable range of "fairly comfortable," which is amazing progress for just a week's work.
One of the things I spoke to my counselor about last night, is a plan I've been cooking up over the past few weeks. I have as a Do-Not-Fail Goal for 2006, to get rid of the gut, by hook or by crook. My last-ditch effort, if by October of next year the gut is still here, will be liposuction. I've had this stupid roll of fat on my stomach since I was five years old, and I am frankly sick of it.
But before I resort to surgery, I need to have made a bona fides attempt to go through every reasonable effort, which includes the complete diet change and regular workouts. I must admit I'm disappointed that the Kung Fu wasn't more effective in that regard, but a super-intense workout once or twice a week is just not as effective as doing more moderate workouts more often.