I pulled these out today. They’re my Lane Bryant (gag) size 24 (vomit) “nice” pants that are on my milestones aspirations list as the ones I want to be able to fit into one leg of some day soon.
Here’s where we’re at on progress to goal:
For the record, I did try to fit into one leg today just to see, and it almost actually happened. If my calves weren’t Superman size, I think it would have been a go. I’ll run the experiment again in a couple more lost pants sizes and see.
In the present… check out all that extra fabric!
The first photo is with the pants zipped up and pulled as high up as they will go (which is just below my bust), and pulled all the way to the side (NOT the front). The photo is turned in the wrong direction in this post, but I noticed it after uploading and am far too lazy to fix it. 😉
The photo in the middle is with the pants pulled up to where they’re supposed to be with the extra fabric pulled forward to make them fit my form.
The final photo is the bouquet of fabric in my hand as seen from my vantage point after I took the middle picture in the mirror.
I’ve been feeling really raggedy this week, so I’m glad I did this. I’ve donated several boxes of clothing every month since July or August, and this is the only article of clothing that no longer fits — aside from the before dress — that I’ve kept. I’ve tried these pants on a couple of times since starting my weight loss, but the loss hasn’t been as striking before today. Today, it was impossible for them to stay on; they just fell right to the floor, no matter how many ways I bent or twisted to anchor the waist band onto a curve so they’d at least hang off me. I can’t believe these were my go-to professional attire just 9 months ago. They look ridiculous now, both on me and off.
I still have time to make the weight goal I set for myself for the end of this year, and I may have found the motivation I need to get me there. I think I’ll keep my sad pants out in plain sight for a while.