My size 5x 36 W Black pants with busted zipper.

      Every body keeps something that reminds them of where they have been. My 5x black new pants with busted zipper.  I remember being 380 pounds and Having to take my Aunt to one of her  friends funerals.   So I had to go buy some pants.  The only store.  I could go to.  To find was Catherines. The larges pants they were 5 x.  So got some 5x black pants to wear and a black shirt.  I was hoping the pants  would fit around my 64 inch waist.  They fit.   But, They were tight.  I  almost  may it through the funeral before the zipper split when I sat down. Right there in the church.  I remember having  to hold my shirt down and going straight to the car after the funeral.  Hoping my pants did not fall down to my knees and hoping nobody noticed.   That was one of the big breaking point in my life.  I was in the biggest pants. I could find and I had just split them.  I hated myself. I  hated being fat. I hated thought of starting another diet. Knowning I would just gain it back and gain even more weight.  I just wanted to die.
     I been wanting to throw black pair of pants away. Because, I hate to think about. What my life was like back them .  I don,t think i really need any reminders.  But, at the times. I just din't want to go to the gym. Or, just want one more bite.  I think about where i was and how far I have come and about those new black 5x  pants.

 I know how you feel.  At my heaviest (460), I was also wore a 5x pants.  I could never find jeans at Catherines, so I continued to buy them at Lane Bryants, but their pants stop at 26/28.  I'd squeeze into them, then wear them until the inner thighs split, then I'd buy another pair and do the same thing.  One day I was at the mall and my jeans just exploded from thigh to crotch on both sides.  I had to walk to the car with my butt and thighs hanging out and I stayed in the house for 3 days until my next pair of jeans arrived in the mail.

I still have those pants.

When I get to 199, I'm inviting all of my friends over and we're going to cut up those jeans and set the peices on fire.  I'm not even joking, I'm having a big "bring your own scissors" party.  Those pants are a reminder of where I was, and a warning to never get back there again.

I think everyone should keep little reminders around them to keep them focused on their ultimate goal.

I have a very few pictures and I look at them quite often to remind myself of where I dont ever want to go again. I got rid of all the clothes...I felt that hanging on to them (which I did on every diet I ever did) was giving myself permission to lapse or something. They just represented every failure I ever had. I was in 5x scrubs for work and at the end I looked like a stuffed sausage in them and had no clue where I could go for bigger ones and was too embarassed to ask anyone.

Fold those old pants up and put them in the back of your closet---same with your shirt.

When you get to goal---take them out and lay them on the floor.  Take a pair of your new skinny pants and top and lay them on top.-----TAKE A PHOTO.  It's one of the best comparison shots I've ever seen. Very dramatic showing the different sizes.

I still have my 5Xs (or larger)  folded away waiting for that shot.


PS----After the photo...........burn baby burn.....as we used to say.

Awesome idea! Sharon

Thank you Ladies for the great story and Helpful idea,s.  It nice to know your not alone.