Jeans, jeans they're good for the heart.
I happened upon this entry and was taken back almost three years ago. To have such a similar experience with a stranger just blew my mind. Everything this woman wrote I had practically gone through too. She inspired me to tell my story:
A month after the holiday, I buy a pair of DKNY jeans with the gift certificate mom got me for Christmas (of 2004). I'm still pretty fat from my last year of college so pants seem a little too snug for my liking. I manage to lose 5 pounds these past few months but that's it. All the muscle I built up from hockey has turned into jiggly fat and I don't fit into any of my jeans anymore. Who am I kidding? I haven't worn jeans my entire senior year because I stopped fitting into them after eating three huges bags of Doritos myself during hockey try-outs. It's time to move up a size. I need to face the facts. I'm no longer an 8. I'm no longer a 10. I'm now a 12.
But these jeans I find are amazing! They're the perfect dark blue with that cool faded line feel by the pocket. They don't cut into my waist to create that gross fat bulge on my sides and I can still wear them low on my hips without the butt sagging. The only problem I see is the fact I'm allergic to them.
I go on a ski trip with Christine and while we're in Boulder, I find myself loading Lubriderm for dry itchy skin on my shins every chance I get. Every time I wear the jeans on the week long vaycay, they're making me scratch so hard I'm bleeding. I'm so distraught. I don't want to give them up! They’re one of the best pair of jeans I've ever had! I decide the horrible itchy sensation is worth the look of the jeans and continue to wear them. When I return home I wash them thoroughly and take a break so my skin can go back to normal.
It doesn't.
In a way I'm mad at the jeans for making me itch and decide to hit up Civs for Aveeno lotion since I heard it helps a problem like this. It does. Eventually the bumps go away and I start back up with the Lubriderm (a stocking stuffer from that Christmas as well). I haven't worn the jeans in awhile so I reluctantly put them in the bag to go to Goodwill and instead have opted for my infamous cargos… until the bumps return. There's no way I'm allergic to these cargos considering I wore them every other day to class; I assume it's the Lubriderm. I bound downstairs just in time to retrieve the beloved jeans from the bag before dad has a chance to get rid of them.
I'm ecstatic.
Until the day someone at Genesis goes, "Wow, Kate. You've lost a lot of weight." I didn't even realize it had happened. I have dropped 20 pounds since buying the pants. Now they just look ridiculous on me even with a belt. At this point, Kim has already popped out the Little Man and is moving from maternity clothes back to regular ones. I pass on the jeans to her which is weird considering Kim has never been the same size as me. She's always been like a 4 or 6 and I've never been a 4 or 6. I feel triumphant even though it's an unfair win but it doesn't last too long.
I get fat again.
I could sure use those pants.
When I'm down in VA two weeks ago, I see Kim donning the jeans. A ripple of jealousy goes through me. She doesn't need them anymore. They're swimming on her but we both know they are so incredibly comfortable there's no way she's giving them up even if the ass is dragging across the floor.
You win this battle Kim, but one day those pants will be mine again!
...this really shouldn't be something I want to happen.
A month after the holiday, I buy a pair of DKNY jeans with the gift certificate mom got me for Christmas (of 2004). I'm still pretty fat from my last year of college so pants seem a little too snug for my liking. I manage to lose 5 pounds these past few months but that's it. All the muscle I built up from hockey has turned into jiggly fat and I don't fit into any of my jeans anymore. Who am I kidding? I haven't worn jeans my entire senior year because I stopped fitting into them after eating three huges bags of Doritos myself during hockey try-outs. It's time to move up a size. I need to face the facts. I'm no longer an 8. I'm no longer a 10. I'm now a 12.
But these jeans I find are amazing! They're the perfect dark blue with that cool faded line feel by the pocket. They don't cut into my waist to create that gross fat bulge on my sides and I can still wear them low on my hips without the butt sagging. The only problem I see is the fact I'm allergic to them.
I go on a ski trip with Christine and while we're in Boulder, I find myself loading Lubriderm for dry itchy skin on my shins every chance I get. Every time I wear the jeans on the week long vaycay, they're making me scratch so hard I'm bleeding. I'm so distraught. I don't want to give them up! They’re one of the best pair of jeans I've ever had! I decide the horrible itchy sensation is worth the look of the jeans and continue to wear them. When I return home I wash them thoroughly and take a break so my skin can go back to normal.
It doesn't.
In a way I'm mad at the jeans for making me itch and decide to hit up Civs for Aveeno lotion since I heard it helps a problem like this. It does. Eventually the bumps go away and I start back up with the Lubriderm (a stocking stuffer from that Christmas as well). I haven't worn the jeans in awhile so I reluctantly put them in the bag to go to Goodwill and instead have opted for my infamous cargos… until the bumps return. There's no way I'm allergic to these cargos considering I wore them every other day to class; I assume it's the Lubriderm. I bound downstairs just in time to retrieve the beloved jeans from the bag before dad has a chance to get rid of them.
I'm ecstatic.
Until the day someone at Genesis goes, "Wow, Kate. You've lost a lot of weight." I didn't even realize it had happened. I have dropped 20 pounds since buying the pants. Now they just look ridiculous on me even with a belt. At this point, Kim has already popped out the Little Man and is moving from maternity clothes back to regular ones. I pass on the jeans to her which is weird considering Kim has never been the same size as me. She's always been like a 4 or 6 and I've never been a 4 or 6. I feel triumphant even though it's an unfair win but it doesn't last too long.
I get fat again.
I could sure use those pants.
When I'm down in VA two weeks ago, I see Kim donning the jeans. A ripple of jealousy goes through me. She doesn't need them anymore. They're swimming on her but we both know they are so incredibly comfortable there's no way she's giving them up even if the ass is dragging across the floor.
You win this battle Kim, but one day those pants will be mine again!
...this really shouldn't be something I want to happen.