stretchy pants
The last time I wore jeans, real ones (not just denim pants with elastic waists) was in 1987. In the 3 months between becoming a lifetime member of Weight Watchers (which entails achieving goal weight and maintaining it for a certain number of weeks, can’t remember how many) and getting pregnant with Possum.
Happy times.
Since then I have pretty much lived in stretchy pants.
Is anyone here a fan of the catroon Daria? Loved that show. I remember one episode where The Fashion Club somehow got stuck in a mall in the sticks. It was a confronting experience for them all, especially when they came face to face with a bunch of fat ladies in stretchy pants. One of the girls had a severe reaction and had to be reminded that fat ladies wear stretcy pants, but people in The Fashion Club wear leggings, so it was okay because they were wearing leggings.
I fear that Quinn and the other members of The Fashion Club would have a similar reaction if they saw me. Me in my stretchy pants. Sometimes stretched so thin that YES! Oh my gods! She has on pink undies with polka dots on them, I can tell because those pants become see-through when they’re stretched that much. Stretched so much that the seams on the inner thighs get worn to nothing by the constant chafing of my thighs. More than once I have torn them to shreds in my anger and frustration at my fatness.
Last night I split another pair. Oh well, at least it didn’t happen when I was at the shops. It waited till I was home and not far off going to bed.
There are times when I’ve taken those pants and sewn those seams back up again, which only made them more uncomfortable and prone to chafing. Now I throw them out because I know that it won’t be long before I can replace them. With a size smaller.
Here’s to getting thinner.
I haven’t got back on the treadmill yet, but I will. Tomorrow, I think. I no longer have a box of tissues (a big one) as my constant companion, feeling so much better. In fact, my buddy Editor had a baby yesterday and I’m thinking I can actually go and visit them in the hospital without feeling like a sociopath for spreading my germs to the poor little one. Still a bit tired and cotton-woolie in the head, and I have to work tonight, so I’m not going on the tready today because I know that will make me feel tired. So tomorrow, something to look forward to. Yeah.
I’m still eating mushy food. It was Poss’s birthday party on Friday night. Saturday was all leftovers. I ate 6 pieces of pizza (coz pizza is mushy, right?) Now that doesn’t sound at all like a change of eating habits. Except that those bits of pizza consisted of 2 for breakfast, 2 for lunch and 2 for dinner. Pre-op I would have knocked over 6 pieces of pizza in one meal, topped off with a can of soft drink and been looking for dessert.
I know I’m never going to be real thin. I know I’m never going to be one of those girls who has pencils for legs and a concave belly. I just want to be able to walk into a room and not think: I’m the fattest one in here. I’ll just be part of the crowd, and that’s a good thing.
Just had to add this picture of fizzy bubbles. I love the way they make little spirals in the glass. I’m not sure if it’s because the setting I had the camera on has somehow tracked the bubbles, or if it was just trying to compensate for my shaky hands. We had lunch with the in-laws on Sunday, celebrating Poss’s birthday, Father in law’s birthday and Fathers’ Day.
The scars on my tummy are really healing well now. I was a bit concerned about the bit of fishing line sticking out, but Ribs assures me that it is a dissolving stitch and it will be gone soon enough.
I’m just hanging out for my next visit to Adam when he puts in my first shot of saline and the gastric band starts really earning its keep.
Pencil legs and concave bellies are waaay over-rated.
Those spiral bubbles are really cool!
As the wife of a pizza shop owner, I’m glad to hear you still have pizza. Everything in moderation, huh?
Take care of yourself!
sounds like you are doing well.
Thanks for keeping your fingers crossed for me. I am hoping the same thing. It’s probably evil, but I don’t care. I want their financing to fall through!
Love the spiral bubbles. Glad to hear you finally kicked the bug. So, when do you see Adam again?
You’ll be turfing out the last of your stretch pants before you know it. I’ve worn through my fair share, and sewn up my fair share too.
I also loved the photo of the spiral bubbles.
Congrats on the sensible portions day. Thanks for your encouragement and advice about finding a writing course!
Ruby
So good to hear you sounding like yourself, Feathers. Glad that nasty cold is gone. Better be looking for some new jeans! You’ll be in them before you know it.
Loved the pictures!
Having stretchy pants, as an only option, sucks. At my highest weight ever(218) I was bound and determined that there was no frigging way I would waste money on jeans. I lived in my Adidas three stripes down the legs sport pants. LOL at least I had the appearance of being an overweight active person vs. the ‘chowdowner’ I was at that time. I still buy those sport/gym pants. Sometime blue jeans just don’t cut the mustard!
I think I’d like to come to Australia and hang out with you. You could take me around your property and point out all of the ‘beautiful photos’ you see with your remarkable photo eye. We could do a shoot of you burning your stretchy pants! Whee!
Great deal on ridding yourself of those pants and moving into a much more comfortable smaller pair! Love the photos too….. the first one has got me mesmerized
xo
Congrats on the book and the workshop and kicking the virus, and kicking the stretchy pants, and eating solid food, and… well, you get the idea! So good to hear you starting to sound like a person who is able to get back out and about a bit and enjoy it! WTG, woman!
Delita
http://3fatchicks.com/diet-blogs/delitaagain/
I haven’t thought of Daria in years! Thanks for the reminder; now I have something fun to try to find episodes of on youtube!
I wore a skirt the other day (have another on tap for today too…eh gads, am re-thinking that idea now), and I was reminded around 10 at night of why I hate wearing skirts…oh, the stupid, stupid chafing!
That’s something I’m looking forward to, wearing skirts & not thinking about chafing, wearing shorts & not watching them ride up my inner thigh, wearing pants & not worrying about sparks flying from all the friction.
Cheers to you & the treadmill!