The Importance of Pants

I recently lost more than 35 lbs which is great, clothes that I haven't felt comfortable wearing in months fit very nicely. When I go back to Maine my friends and family tell me that I look skinny, and even people at work remark on my new found svelteness on occasion. Aside from the hours of sweat and toil in the gym, the hardest part of dealing with the whole inflation deflation thing for me is finding a good pair of pants.

Pants are the first things to go when I gain weight. It was hard to bend and get stuff out of my pockets when I was filling my trousers a little too much. In fact, I gaged when to get rid of my pants by when I felt my wallet and cell phone protrusions needed an explanation. The embarrassment was magnified when I came to this realization in the field as I was interviewing Senators Olympia Snowe or Susan Collins or even Governor Baldacci.

Spring is the time of year I usually take stock of how much weight I packed on over the winter. That's when my wallet cell phone migrate from the inner pocket of my coat to my pants. The past couple years I've needed butter and a jack hammer to force them into their summer home. My brother is one of those people who can eat just about anything and keep his rail thin physique. Needless to say he has become the beneficiary of many of my hand-me-down slacks. The ones that were too big for him or that I wore out either went to good will or into the trash.

So now I have 1 pair of comfortable dockers, a nice pair of jeans, and a single pair of dressier pants. Some of my bigger britches that I've kept resemble parachutes. leaving me a single stain away from being way too dressy, abnormally casual, or Hammer Time! Good thing I work at a department store.