In the last couple of months I have lost more weight. Not by any effort on my part. I shouldn’t mention that part because I know how hard it is to lose weight, how much work it takes. Saying that I went down a pant size with no effort is going to make people want to slap me. I would want to slap me. In fact, hang on, I’ll do it for you. Consider me slapped.
During those darker early months of 2008, I lost my appetite for a while, and I couldn’t make myself eat anything. After I got my appetite back, I waited to see if I put the weight back on when I started to eat, but it’s been a couple months and all my pants are still too big. So, I need new pants. You’d think having Too Big pants would be plenty comfortable. But it’s not. I have to wear a belt to keep them up, which is pinchy. And they make me feel, well, dumpy in the seat.
There was a fatter time in my life when I thought I might learn to enjoy shopping, when I could shop in any store I wanted. But you know what? I still hate it. I am a creature of habit. If I find a shirt I like, I buy more of them in different colors. I used to wear the same type of Levi’s, I had several pair, never bothered with anything else because they fit and were comfortable. Losing weight forced me to try new paints, but I still gravitate to the same stores over and over. Gap, Old Navy, American Eagle Outfitters and whomever sells Levi’s.
Imagine my despair to find that my style of American Eagle Outfitter’s jeans seem to be discontinued, the remaining stock all the wrong size. The biggest problem is that I actually got compliments wearing those jeans. If someone compliments in a pair of jeans? Well, I immediately go out and buy more of them. I don’t think anyone has every complimented my jeans before, come to think of it. So that was a Big Deal.
The Gap didn’t have anything I wanted in the proper length. I don’t even understand what Old Navy has done to their jeans, and everything in the Levi’s store is all fancy and skinny legged. Or sooper flared. Obviously I’m not a fashion plate.
I know what you are thinking. You are thinking “Shut up, Jodi! You have to buy pants in a SMALLER SIZE! Boo-hoo!”
You’re right. I’m shutting up.
I hate it when I can’t buy my old styles, and I ain’t changed in forever – I’m boringly same.
Hey Jod!
Congrats on the weight loss! I hate shopping for different sizes because my body shape’s the same…which doesn’t fit in most styles!
Try surfing the internet or eBay to see if you can find the jeans in the smaller size. Frequently, that works. I’d also check used clothings stores and consignment shops! You call around to see what you can find without making a trek to them all!
Good luck! Amy
naw, dude — I was complaining the other day when I was trying on dresses that my boobs were too big and someone else in the store did that always charming snort and “I WISH I had that problem” bullshit and it was all I could do not to tackle her and slam her head repeatedly into the floor.
Seriously. I woulda dropped the $175 on that supercute dress that fit me everywhere absolutely perfectly except for The Boobs.
You have every right to complain about having to buy clothes. Buying clothes SUCKS. Big boobs, little boobs, big bum, little bum – they are all dreadful. My sister is less than a size zero, and it is not easy to find business-lady clothing in the Gap’s kid section.
Canada is sucking the substance right out of you.
I’ve been wearing the same style tennis shoes for at least 3 years. Simply because I can walk into the store, pick them out, and get out in about 5 minutes.
Unfortunately, about every second or third pair squeaks (like the shoes Cliff sold in Cheers) and the squeak never goes away. And I have to make a trip back to the store to return them. Next time I’ll pick out something new.
(Congrats on the weight loss.)
the part about buying multiple items cuz you like them and they fit?? don’t EVER lose that thought!! I am still ruing (sp??) the day I did not buy an extra pair of either of my now almost worn out pairs of dark jeans that I love and look good in…
love you!!
Ro
I am also losing weight… which I need to for my job. I’m not a super model.
I discovered, 3 weeks ago, that I am the fattest I have ever been… ever. I am mandated to lose 10 pounds at the minimum. I have lost 9, but the scale that measures me lies. It lies, I tell you, by exactly 3 pounds.
I thought that I had done it and was confident enough to ignore the scale for 3 days.
Losing weight sucks and I vow I will not get another bagel belly for as long as I live.
And I love the word pants.