I love to wear pajama pants. I am the Mr. Rogers of pajamas. I change out of them on the way out of the door, and right back into them as I step back in. Well, since I wear them for over 2/3's of my life (figure I am at work maybe 8 or so hours a day during the week, sometimes more, but not at all on the weekend), the TWO pair I have are so ratty and pretty gross. But one pair is Hello Kitty, and the other are lobsters. Awesome. Anyway, Mr. P asked me if maybe I should throw the old pants away. My reply was that I would only throw away pants if provided appropriate replacement pants.
So, on Christmas Eve evening, I get presented with a present. (That was an awesomely redundant sentence.) The present was a pair of very cute navy blue with snowflake pajama pants, flannely and snuggly. XXL.
THEY. DID. NOT. FIT.
So I am kind of embarrassed, and kind of furious at myself for letting it go this long, and kind of sad that I am so. so. fat. that I can not fit into XXL pants. That is TWO extras. EXTRA EXTRA fat pants. Not fitting. So, I am in the laundry room for a few minutes and Mr. P comes to check on me. I tell him in my most pitiful whining sad voice, "they don't fit ". (Did you get by the small font that I said it in a quiet little voice?) And his response, in his most sincere, apologetic voice,
"But, I bought the biggest size that Target had".
So, without any malice, Mr. P pushed me over the fat edge. I have spent the last several days getting used to the idea of getting back on Weight Watchers. We went and bought good, healthy groceries. I have loaded my iPod with my songs, gotten a new Nike +, and gotten it sync'ed up. I am ready to go. I am usually pretty decent with losing weight, I am not so good at dealing with myself once the weight is gone. I need to be healthy, I want to be healthy, so that means I am going to finally have to deal with that final piece...the mental aspect of what the weight represents to me. I am hoping I can work some of it out with the blog, but it might be time to deal with the other demons. Thanks for bearing with me, I leave you with my oh, so awesome, playlist:
Gives You Hell The All-American Rejects
Shine Anna Nalick
Girlfriend Avril Lavigne
Calling You Blue October
Womanizer Britney Spears
Hello (American Idol Performance) David Cook
I Don't Care (Single Version) Fall Out Boy
Fergalicious Fergie
I Don't Wanna Be In Love (Dance Floor Anthem) Good Charlotte
I'm Yours Jason Mraz
Won't Go Home Without You Maroon 5
Shattered (Turn the Car Around) O.A.R.
My Friends Over You A New Found Glory
Buttons The Pussycat Dolls
Steady As She Goes The Raconteurs
Kiss Me Sixpence None The Richer
Let Me Be Myself 3 Doors Down
World Spins Madly On The Weepies
Love Story Taylor Swift
Fall for You Secondhand Serenade
Chocolate Snow Patrol
This is my 93rd post. I feel like I have to do something spectacular for 100 like they do with television shows. Ideas?
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Oh, HP. I have been there, right in that very moment with you. It's awful. But, I am excited that you are so motivated now. I was not feeling the being fit & healthy love since mid-December- I've been stuffing my piehole ever since and not running at all. I haven't kept up with the online food diary or stepped on a scale (too scared). We'll have a bloggie get healthy group or something.
What is Nike+? Shoes? I'm getting some new shoes I think. And for your 100th post I have no ideas.
Nike + is turns your tennis shoes/iPod into a pedometer type thing. Tracks your speed, distance and calories burned. Pretty cool.
Thanks for the encouragement!
OK, I know this story wasn't funny to you but reading the label "fatty mcbutterpants" made me spit my water out! That's my new favorite word.
I, too, love the pajama pants. My sock monkey ones are one of my most fave and pretty much the moment I get home I throw some on.
The upside to all of it is that you're motivated and you're ready to go. Those Target pants are going to be falling off of you very very soon!
If it helps, we'll be starting our re-get-fit program very shortly ourselves..too much of everything over the past couple of weeks and not enough movement. BLARGH.
The Raconteurs ROCK! And you already know how I feel about Womanizer.
I am writing Fatty McButterpants on a post-it and putting it on my fridge.
Good luck with your weight loss! I"m still working on the baby weight and the 20 additional post-partum depression pounds, but it's going well. We can be weight-loss buddies.
Awesome playlist!
I too am all about the pajama pants. All too often when I don't have to be anywhere I find myself putting on a bra and jeans for an hour or two just so that I can say I got dressed that day. But I never feel as good as when I am in pajamas.
You are going to do great, and I am going to be right here to cheer you on! Even if we don't live close enough to be Dr. Pepper friends, we can still be Bliends!
have i told you lately that i love you? srsly, i could have written this damn post. ok, so i live in pj bottoms and tshirts at home. i have a red pair w/ dice on them, a light green pair with multi-green blue snow flakes (those are both flannel) and the pair i have on at this moment are just cotton green w/ white polka dots. also? the hubs got me these pink cute monkey pjs for xmas from tarjay, ALSO xxl and the damn things did not fit! srsly. my excuse was target stuff runs small. : ) and i might get up the nerve in a few days to list the songs on my mp3 player. and sometimes soon i might actually use that stupid treadmill in the garage.
My darling, I pledge to be right there with you/for you and give you oodles of support.
I also need to find a Nike+ !! That's a wicked cool toy and I must have one.
Where does one find such a thing, and how many pennies will I have to count to get it?
You know what? Mom gave me PJs for Christmas and I didn't even bother to try them on 'cause I knew they would fit. Knew it. I'm getting right back on that wagon with you.
Nike+ sounds interesting. How do they synch up? I'm thinking a wire would be a tripping hazard.
The word verification at the bottom sounds like the only kind of atmosphere where I'd weigh what I want to weigh: "lograv."
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