Down another 2 pounds since the last post. I was almost in a panic this morning looking for pants when I realized I have 4 pairs of Dockers in the closet that I haven't been able to fit into for a few years.
Shaking my head, I turned off the closet light and almost went downstairs to search in the wash basket when I turned myself around and stared into the now dark closet. The light spilling in from the bedroom illuminated a few of my wife's dresses that were closest to the entrance and they seemed to act as the angels (complete with flaming swords) that were tasked with guarding Eden.
I knew that if I went in there and tried on the pants and they were still too tight I would be bummed and have to go downstairs anyways and still look for the big boy pants. It was only 2 weeks and I couldn't have shrunk that much.
Well, I flicked on the light and stood in front of the 4 pairs of Dockers that haven't seen action in quite some time. They had been in there so long undisturbed that the little bit of fabric at the top of the fold was covered in a slight layer of dust (who dusts their clothes?) that I didn't bother to brush off because I knew they wouldn't fit.
Once they were in my hands I wanted this over quickly so as I was slipping my one leg into place I jumped in the air and came down with the other in its place and pulled up in one frantic motion.
Wow. They were officially on my body and the resistance wasn't too great. All fine and good, but now I have to button them and that's where the problem will- Hey, the button closed and I'm not sucking in my gut and they are a slight bit loose.
And so, I'm wearing them right now. My wardrobe just increased by 4 pairs of pants.
A little w00t!
