What I'm Thankful For
I'm in my skinny jeans. (Well, not right this second; I'm actually in my nightgown.) But this morning, getting dressed to go work a dog (who is gonna be A LOT of work, little psycho fucker), I recalled that my so-called skinny jeans had been laundered during the recent marathon. And considering the fact that my weight is currently lower than it's been since at least 1989, I thought I'd try them on. I slid them on and pulled them right up and they zipped and everything.
You've got to understand, I've had these jeans for about 20 years, I wore them for maybe a year or two, and outgrew them. For the longest time, I couldn't even *think* of getting into them---I was maybe 320-325 when I got them, and spent the last 15 years or so at or above 340. All-time high was 393, when I was lucky to find size 32 stretch pants that fit, let alone jeans.
I was more than a little surprised that they've survived the assorted purges, because there was a time when I resigned myself to being a blimp forever and packed off everything below a size 28---these are 26s, I believe. Never mind optimism, it was never going to happen, I'd be doing good just to have a weight that registered on my scale---which goes up to 350---I'd never, ever fit into those jeans again.
Well...I do. In fact, my thighs have apparently shrunk, because they're downright loose in the legs. I wouldn't say they're real comfortable to sit in for long periods of time, but I'm not shrink-wrapped like I was when I got them. They aren't stylish---they're tapered---Stacy and Clinton forgive me! and the color is an odd shade of blue; not sure if they faded or what, but I don't remember them having that teal undertone.
Don't care. They fit! I'm thrilled. And thankful...that I was wrong.
ETA: I checked: They're 28s. Still, there was a time when they would've been several sizes too small, and now they're generously forgiving. W00t.
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You've got to understand, I've had these jeans for about 20 years, I wore them for maybe a year or two, and outgrew them. For the longest time, I couldn't even *think* of getting into them---I was maybe 320-325 when I got them, and spent the last 15 years or so at or above 340. All-time high was 393, when I was lucky to find size 32 stretch pants that fit, let alone jeans.
I was more than a little surprised that they've survived the assorted purges, because there was a time when I resigned myself to being a blimp forever and packed off everything below a size 28---these are 26s, I believe. Never mind optimism, it was never going to happen, I'd be doing good just to have a weight that registered on my scale---which goes up to 350---I'd never, ever fit into those jeans again.
Well...I do. In fact, my thighs have apparently shrunk, because they're downright loose in the legs. I wouldn't say they're real comfortable to sit in for long periods of time, but I'm not shrink-wrapped like I was when I got them. They aren't stylish---they're tapered---Stacy and Clinton forgive me! and the color is an odd shade of blue; not sure if they faded or what, but I don't remember them having that teal undertone.
Don't care. They fit! I'm thrilled. And thankful...that I was wrong.
ETA: I checked: They're 28s. Still, there was a time when they would've been several sizes too small, and now they're generously forgiving. W00t.
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