So this morning, I put on some pants. It's a thing I do most days of the week, but this morning, it jolted me into severe depression. This particular pair of pants hasn't been worn since May and somehow, in a short 3-month span, they shrunk in my closet! Damn closets!
They're not to the point of being un-buttonable yet - in fact, I'm wearing them out of protest (or denial), even though I feel like they're squeezing the living hell out of my waist. I figure it's good to have a constant, all-day reminder that if I put that Dilly Bar in my mouth, the button is likely to pop right off and probably nail someone in the face. Then they'll lose their eye, and then I'll get sued. So then I'll be poor AND I won't have pants that fit, and I certainly won't have money to buy new pants, either. (Ok, exaggeration, but it's good to think drastically when trying to keep me away from Dilly Bars.)
Anyway, it's a good thing I have this cinch-belt reminder today ... someone I work with brought in PASTRIES this morning, of course! I guess the gods figure if I'm making this big decision to employ my willpower, there's no better time than now to test it out. It's 10:45 and so far, no delicious morsel has touched my mouth. The other major test will come tonight. It's our National Night Out Block Party and you just know there will be scrumptious pot-luck items begging me to eat them. Instead, I plan to eat before we go, say hi to the folks, and then head out for my scheduled run. Must. Be. Good.
I know it was just a couple weeks ago where I declared on this blog that I don't care about my weight and I just want to be healthy blah blah blah. This is still true - I'm not obsessing over a weight-loss goal (yet) - but the fact that I can no longer comfortably wear these pants tells me I'm not living up to my "healthy" goal, either. I just need to stop eating so much junk and keep on my new, regular running schedule. And on the nights I don't run, I'm walking. Walking sounds so wimpy to me now that I run, but I tell ya, it's a great workout. It allows me to burn calories without the full impact of a run, and I figure it will help stretch my legs as well. I'll keep you updated ...
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I know what you mean about "MUST STAY AWAY FROM THE DILLY BARS"... I'm like that with Pepsi's and anything super salty or chocolate...
I've had a number of pants pull the incredible shrinking routine on me. I throw them out.
Dang, its hard not to let stuff like that get to you - and Dilly Bars are tempting little devils. Still, I hate that we torture ourselves about it! There's gotta be a better way.
Damn closets! And dryers too!
I am afraid to get into the section of my closet... I will be doing the same in a couple weeks when school starts up again... yuck. I dread.
Nuthing wrong with walkin. And you keep runnin till you get your long runs up to the 6-8 mile range, and then those cheats will slow you down a bit, but they won't matter. And yes, feeling good about yourself is so much more important than the size of your pants...
I always blame the gnomes for taking my pants, shrinking them, and then re-hanging them. But closet devils, I like that idea as well. I currently am in denial that one pair jeans no longer fits (well, they button too and as long as I don't sit...) and they were a little loose on me about a year ago!
Sweat pants are the answer. A world full of sweat pants!
I have some clothes I've been hanging on to for a year. I'm getting real close to getting back in to them but man does it piss you off the first time you put them back on and they don't fit. You wonder - when the hell did that happen?
So it's not just me that finds the closet devil's attacking. Glad to know they are real!
Being good is so hard, particularly in the summer from all the stuff going on and options to be around food and snacks and yummy stuff...I have no willpower! Reading this though today, it just hits me cause it's how I'm feeling, the need to get back on track. I'm working on that now.
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