The Saga of the (even) Fat(ter) Pants
Long story (for me anyway), but there’s a happy ending along the way that I thought I’d write about today. Although I intend for this to be a story with many happy endings!
Getting ready to come up to the UP for the summer (so back in early May), I tried on my summer clothes from last year & realized they were much, much, much too tight. With some, I couldn’t even get close to zipping them up. Horror!
I’d been wearing the same 2 pair of jeans for months, & I do own a scale, so this shouldn’t have been a surprise, but it was. An unhappy surprise. At first, I refused to buy any pants or summer capris in the next size up (thus my attachment to those 2 pair of jeans that were stretched to the point where it could’ve qualified as a miracle). But I gave in & stopped at the eddiebauer outlet on the way up here & tried on some the next size up. & they DIDN’T fit. They were so tight as to be obscene. But I bought them anyway cause there was no way in hell I was going up two sizes!
Fine. I resolved myself to a couple of more weeks in the miraculous (but tired, tight, uncomfortable, and boring) jeans. Eventually (maybe early June) the new (bigger) capris fit. Today they are baggy in a very satisfying sort of way. 
In fact, they’re so baggy that I just tried on last year’s summer clothes in anticipation of packing for my trip to see my mom in MA. They fit! They fit a little snug, but not in an obscene way. In fact, since they all loosen up after about an hour of wear, I’m packing them & wearing them & happy, happy, happy to have reached the first milestone on this gawdforsaken journey.
Okay, I’m off for a 9 1/2 hour road trip back to Detroit. My flight leaves for MA Wednesday at 10 & I’ll only be able to post periodically for the next week since mom doesn’t have internet service.
Tomorrow morning I’ll step on the scale for the first time in almost a month. I hope it shows progress. I’m nervous. Traveling is going to present a huge break in my routine (and I’ll be gone for 3 weeks in all) & a huge challenge. I’ll be crushed if the scale doesn’t show progress. I’m worried it’ll send me into a tailspin. But I need to keep myself grounded & focused here: the smaller pants fit, which is the only sign of progress I should want or need. Right?
Road trip food:
Breakfast: nuts & dried fruit (about a handful)
Lunch: Chicken sammie from Quiznos
Snack: diet green tea & small bag of M & Ms (bad prof!)
Dinner: thai apple salad & chicken curry
Exercise: none…darn it!
I just so hate the whole thing of trying on clothes and picking up a size you think is going to be okay because you fitted that size last time (whenever that may have been) and you go to pull them up, and, well, with me, it’s the case of “thunder thighs” because the get just past my knees and that’s pretty much it. I hate that so much. A lot of the time I won’t even try things on in the shop because I find the mirrors such a threat, so I get home, try them on, get depressed because they don’t fit, chuck them in the back of the wardrobe somewhere, and then six months later I take them to the op-shop so that somebody else will score my brand new pants.