I know this is going to sound strange, but I swear I owned a pair of “magic pants.” For those of you that have never read the book or seen the movie Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants by Ann Brashares, four friends find a pair of pants that seem to magically fit them all no matter how tall or short, or fat and thin they are. Well, I had a pair of size 10 Ann Taylor Loft navy blue cargo pants that seemed to have this same magical power. No matter how much weight I gained over the years, they always seemed to fit me. In addition, anytime I wore them people would ask me if I had lost weight. That proves their magical quality, right?
Recently, as part of my weight loss journey, I decided to clean out my closet and get rid of any clothes that were too big and no longer fit me. I really felt like this would help me move forward on my journey because if I have no bigger clothes to move into, I will be less likely to let myself gain that extra weight again. I went through every rack, every drawer, and every last shelf to be sure that no fat clothes were left. I filled four large trash bags and asked my husband to take the bags to the Salvation Army before I changed my mind.
After about an hour I realized that I had somehow slipped my “magic pants” into one of the bags. I was surprised at how upset I was…it was almost a feeling of panic. What would I do without my “magic pants”? I calmly called Sean to inquire if by chance he had made other stops along the way and maybe still had the bags of clothes. To my dismay, he had dropped them off earlier and they were gone. My wonderful husband even offered to go back and find them for me if I wanted him to, but I knew that it was time to stop enabling myself to slip back to an unhealthy lifestyle.
As I look back on that day, I realize that I don’t need those pants. I will no longer require their magical quality as I am not going back. I will never need them to hide my weight gains again because the flabulous new me will be flaunting my slimmer figure as I run down the road to a healthier me.
Ironically, I happened upon the pants in the back of my closet the other day. They had avoided banishment to the Salvation Army. But as I looked at them, I realized they no longer held me in their spell. The magic was gone...they had no more role to play in my weigh loss journey.
*Join me next time as I share what it was like to run that first half-marathon.
Recently, as part of my weight loss journey, I decided to clean out my closet and get rid of any clothes that were too big and no longer fit me. I really felt like this would help me move forward on my journey because if I have no bigger clothes to move into, I will be less likely to let myself gain that extra weight again. I went through every rack, every drawer, and every last shelf to be sure that no fat clothes were left. I filled four large trash bags and asked my husband to take the bags to the Salvation Army before I changed my mind.
After about an hour I realized that I had somehow slipped my “magic pants” into one of the bags. I was surprised at how upset I was…it was almost a feeling of panic. What would I do without my “magic pants”? I calmly called Sean to inquire if by chance he had made other stops along the way and maybe still had the bags of clothes. To my dismay, he had dropped them off earlier and they were gone. My wonderful husband even offered to go back and find them for me if I wanted him to, but I knew that it was time to stop enabling myself to slip back to an unhealthy lifestyle.
As I look back on that day, I realize that I don’t need those pants. I will no longer require their magical quality as I am not going back. I will never need them to hide my weight gains again because the flabulous new me will be flaunting my slimmer figure as I run down the road to a healthier me.
Ironically, I happened upon the pants in the back of my closet the other day. They had avoided banishment to the Salvation Army. But as I looked at them, I realized they no longer held me in their spell. The magic was gone...they had no more role to play in my weigh loss journey.
*Join me next time as I share what it was like to run that first half-marathon.
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