A while back I heard a guy on a call-in radio show lamenting that he had gained so much weight he had virtually nothing he could wear. He spoke of calling in fat to work.
I learned yesterday that I could not button my biggest jeans. Fuck me. I have no jeans to wear until I peel off 5-10 lbs. I WILL NOT buy a larger size.
So I am embarking on a very strict* food strategy for the next seven days; I shall not try the jeans on again until Monday morning, 12/4/2016.
My jeans look sad. They wanna get back in the game.
I am posting this partly for support, partly to hear about similar situations, and mostly to hold myself accountable.
I am stubborn and I am determined and I will do this.
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*by ‘strict’ I don’t mean starvation. I will follow a very tight, measured, balanced, restricted, scheduled meal plan that will allow for zero ad-libbing over the next seven days.
Nope, can’t say I have. I have a number of physical issues but I can still get into my high school clothes without looking like 10 pounds of crap in a 5 pound sack. I’ve managed to maintain my weight within a 5 pound window for the last 35 years.
Of course, when you can’t eat half the food on the planet, and almost nothing processed or pre-made for the masses, that gets a bit easier.
Yes; for nearly a year I thought the dryers in the laundromat were shrinking my pants so I hung them to dry instead, hoping they’d stretch back out eventually. I was 27 and a few years into my first long-term desk job, still drank half a 2 liter of regular Pepsi a day and didn’t know what it was like to gain weight other than from normal growth.
Several years later I figured out how to eat better, exercise in fun ways and take better care of myself overall. One thing that helped was living alone for about a year so I could snack a little off and on as I felt hungry rather than make and eat 3 large meals a day. Also stopped eating after 8 at night so I began to have the best, most restful sleep of my life.
I support you reaching a weight that you are happy with! I’m glad that for you it isn’t a number to attain but a tangible fit in your jeans; real goals you can touch always work best for me.
I once discussed this at work with a woman I had seen at various jobs (we both did consulting).
Me: Yeah, but what do you do when even your “fat” clothes are too tight?
She: Buy new clothes.
She was a happy person who was a bit chubby and had always been a bit chubby.
I liked her sense of priorities.
I am late 60’s and “should weigh” about 130-140. I hit 185 and then dropped down to 120- without meaning to.
That same “not meaning to” caused me to balloon up to 175.
I stopped buying “fitted” shirts years ago.
My pants closet rod has “small”, “medium,” and “large” sections.
Never all of my clothes but have come close on a couple occasions. Usually the cue for me to lose weight is when faced with an ‘under or over the waistband’ dilemma and find my self with only the ‘over’ option being viable. Then madly try to lose weight and manage to successfully drop 10-15 lbs…until about this time next year. Vicious cycle.
Kind of, but the opposite. I lost lot of weight over a year and half or so so all my clothes became too big. Little by little, I replaced my wardrobe but I still dress like it’s the 90s
Yes, after I had a baby I lost all the pregnancy weight but slowly and sneakily gained back all sort of other weight. Plus weirdly my shoes fit after I had the baby but then my feet grew so none of my shoes fit either. Probably some weird delayed baby thing.
When I became a diabetic, I lost 25 pounds in 2 weeks. All my underwear started sagging on me, and I thought (since I had bought all new stuff a few years earlier) I had gotten a bad batch, and the elastic was all giving out on me. I almost went out and bought a whole new set of the larger size…
I slowly crept up about 1/2# per year for the past 40 years. It never had any affect on my everyday clothes as I replaced them before it became an issue but things like funeral suits had to be replaced.
I’ve gotten a little cuddly at times, but never so rapidly that it’d necessitate taking off a fat day. I’m actually getting a little porky now, and after trying on my “knock 'em dead” dress and looking like a lumpy sausage, then going hiking with a friend and finding myself in a wheezing pile, I decided that this ends now. Got my ass back in the gym, and hopefully will be back down to my playing weight soon enough.
I can still fit a lot of my clothes, but some of them, to put it charitably, don’t look great anymore. :o
I’ve rollercoastered my entire life. Funerals and weddings have been dicey at times, depending on where I am on the coaster when someone is married or buried.
Good for you! Us **Mean **folks have to stick together.
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