We spend so much time talking about the effort of weight loss—the fasting, the meal prep, the early morning rucks—that we rarely talk about the cost . I don't mean the emotional cost. I mean the literal, financial cost of shrinking. There is a specific, bittersweet moment in every significant weight loss journey. You wake up, get dressed for work, and realize that your "professional" pants now look like you are wearing a deflated parachute. You tighten your belt, but you’ve run out of holes. You put on a suit jacket, and you look like a kid trying on his parent’s clothes. You have achieved your goal. You are winning. And your reward is that you now have absolutely nothing to wear. Replacing an entire wardrobe is expensive. Doing it while you are still losing weight feels like lighting money on fire. Here is the unfiltered reality of the "In-Between" phase, and how I’m navigating the logistics of a shrinking body without going broke. Part 1: The "Hobo Chic...
Nearly twenty years ago, I started a blog called The Path is Too Deep, a geeky reference to a rare computer error message. A great deal of life has happened since then, a life I would like to share. So, here again, are some random bits of unfiltered Chris.