My unfavorite pair of stretchy black pants

Dear Black Stretchy Pants,

 

You have been there for me thru all these years. Thru my weight loss and my weight gain. I have held on to you for so long. Like a lover. I've mended your holes, i've treated you with care. I washed you practically everyday . I dressed you up, and I dressed you down. You WERE the only pants that ever fit me! I loved you and hated you simultaneously, praying for the day I can finally say goodbye to you! Yet, how to let you go? How to finally say good-bye? I've had you for 10+ years! Has it been that long since we've been together? 

 

I'm afraid. I still wear you even though you fall down so easily no longer clinging.  Since lap band surgery, I can now fit into a pair of jeans that zips and buttons. Yet, I keep looking at you in my closet. Why do I hang on to you? Why do I keep wearing you? It's apparent now that you are no longer needed in my life. How do I let go? How do I come to the realization that I don't need you? This is so hard. I'm still so afraid of going on without you. I need to walk in faith-not fear! Shakespeare once said "Out damn Spot!"

 

Honestly, you remind me of my failures, hanging on to my former life.

Please, help me. Let me let you go. I can't go back there. I have a new life. I'm getting healthier each day.

 

Please forgive me as I learn to forgive myself. For now, you stay in my closet. Until........

 

Suzanne

Beautifully written - I understand your fears - but it seems like it is time to let go.  I have an idea, why don't you create a 'time capsule'. Put the pants in it, and one or two other items that when  you open it when  you reach goal will remind you of how far you have come (pictures are good, a favorite shirt that doesn't fit any more, you could even put a 'goal outfit' in it - something you would like to be able to wear when you reach goal).  Then put the time capsule away some where - under the bed, in a corner in the basement. Only open it when your journey is complete. That way you have not physically parted with them but you can psychologically know that you are moving on.

 thanks so much for the suggestions! 

Boy, can I ever relate to this post!  I had about 13 pair of black pants, 4 of them were the same style, and I wore them every day for many, many years.  I called them my uniform because I wore black pants and a variety of flowing, tent-like tops, everyday!

I sold all of my size 24's and 3x 's at a consignment shop after my 1st bandiversary and was able to re-invest that money into my new wardrobe.  It felt great!

My only regret is that I didn't keep a pair of those pants so I could take one of those great pictures where I would be standing inside one leg!  Keep your old friend but put them in a drawer or a box, out of sight, for that day when you can take that awesome photo!  You're not going back there!  So start thinking of them as a costume you're going to put on someday for a great photo op!

Great post!

Thank you,
Lisa O.

 Lisa,
I only wish I could find that same pair of pants. Unfortunately , i never did so I swear I wore them overy day for years....I would wash and wear them every few days....I did have a pair of ugly sweats that I wore while my black stretchies were in the wash. 
Glad u can relate.


Suzanne