My mother-in-law is mending my clothes. Since I've lost 18 pounds, I've had to go out and update my wardrobe. I'm not a big fan of buying new clothes. In reality, my clothes were still fashionable. It's my pants that are the most in need. She's having to take three inches off the waist on my Dockers and my suit pants. Luckily, she's talented, and willing, enough to do this. She's also, at my request, leaving a couple of inches of material, just in case.
I made the mistake a couple of weeks ago of not trying my pants on before I went on a business trip. The pants I had with me were huge and literally could fall to my knees when buttoned. Putting a belt on it didn't help. It looked silly actually. If I was a suspenders kind of guy, it may have worked. But I'm not, and it didn't. I tried going to a local Kohl's for another pair of pants, but I couldn't get a pair that fit right.
Losing weight seems to be a blessing and a curse, in this respect. I'm glad I'm lighter than I was in high school and that my waist is the same as then too. I'm glad I feel much better and have probably brought my "numbers" down. But I can't get a damn pair of pants to fit me right.
On the same subject, my brother mentioned to me today that he could tell I've lost weight.
"You look like grandpa," he said.
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