So I have an enire closet filled with pants. Jeans, slacks, khakis. I have Dockers and Levis. Whatever. And the funny thing is…I only wear shorts in the summer and maybe cycle through a couple of pair of jeans and sweats in the winter! And why do I not wear pants? Because I grew out of them.
Yes, that’s right…I got fat. Well…not FAT fat, but fat enough that squeezing myself into a size 36″ was starting to get annoying. I couldn’t tuck in my shirts without feeling stuffed into them and I like looser, less form-fitting clothes…so I stopped wearing most of them.
So yesterday I decided I was gonna clean them out. They were filling up my closet and I figured if I’m not gonna wear them, then they are just a tying up valuable space in our little cape cod home. So I pulled all of them out of the closet, all ready to chuck most of them, until I tried a pair on.
And they fit. And so did the next pair, and the next pair…
Now…I have been trying to lose weight for maybe a month now. I’ve been going to the gym, doing situps, spinning twice a week, cutting back on my calories and the amount of crap that I normally eat. And all this time I have been avoiding stepping on a scale because I didn’t want to be discouraged. Honestly, the only reason I embarked on this little adventure was because of vacation pictures of me on the beach made me look huge and a little bet my brother made me (which he has since broken HIS end of the bargain…so he sucks). But last week I allowed myself to get on the scale at the gym for the first time since the last time I weighed myself at 202 lbs…and I am down to 192.
So now I feel like some of what I’m doing is paying off! I’m losing weight, eating better, feeling better and, best of all, I’m not throwing away any pants! And that gives me a sense of accomplishment. So yesterday I kept all my pants except for 2 pair…and they were the ones that were for a waist of 38″.
Money well spent if you ask me! 🙂