It is with a heavy heart that I bid goodbye to an old friend. My "fat" jeans no longer fit me. They got me through some tough times, but they're just not needed around here anymore.
I tried to wear them the other day and they kept sliding down. It seems my waistline is finally catching up with my weight loss and I've lost a couple of inches off my waist.
On a whim, I got out my old jeans, you know, the ones I packed up when I got pregnant with #3 because "I'll wear those again after the baby comes," but which never actually fit me again. I tried them on. Granted, I had to lay on the bed to fasten them, but when I stood up, I could still breathe! A few more weeks and I might be able to sit down while wearing them.
See, everybody says get rid of the stuff you don't wear anymore, but if I'd done that I'd be stuck with no pants. Well, not really, but I feel vindicated nonetheless.