Monday, February 11, 2013
A couple of months ago my mom took me a on a shopping spree for my birthday. My rules for buying new clothes were simple, everything must fit and look fabulous and at least one pair of pants must have a real zipper fly and a waistband with buttons.
You see for the past few years I have lived in pants with elastic waistbands. It started out very innocently as an “Oh I’m retaining fluid so I will wear my comfy pants” thing. Comfy in my mind means pants that are “sans” buttons, zippers or anything that might be the least bit binding. After all, those things just slow you down when you are in the ladies room. Elastic waist bands became my friends. If I gained a few pounds the elastic was very forgiving and allowed me to keep wearing the same pants without having to admit that I was adding pounds and inches that were not going away when the “water retention” did.
If I ate a particularly large meal my elastic waist just expanded along with my overstuffed tummy. I just kept justifying away my lovely dress slacks that required zipping and buttoning and also felt tight when I over ate by telling myself that comfort was king.
My fairytale came to an end when I noticed my pants felt loser. I knew there was no way I could have lost weight (not with the way I was chowing down) so the only logical answer was that my pants were quite literally falling apart.
Thus my need for a shopping spree and my reintroduction to pants with zippers and buttons or as I like to call them my “Big Girl” pants. I must admit My “Big Girl” pants feel wonderful, stylish and sexy and the snugness I feel around that waist after a meal is helping to remind me that I do not really want (or need) desert every day. What I want (and need) is to loose enough weight/inches so that they become my too big “Big Girl” pants. But that will require me to be a grown up and put them on and deal with the restrictions of the zipper and buttons and to remember that being a grown up does not means I can do whatever I please, but rather I must deal with the consequences of my actions.