The Mythical Pants

Sitting in a long forgotten dresser drawer were a pair of size medium exercise pants. A few months ago, when I had decided to start exercising again, I pulled them out and tried to pull them on. The pants had other ideas almost immediately sucking the life out of me. Since then, they went back into that dresser drawer never to be seen again…until today.

This morning as I rolled out of bed, I looked at the pile of clothes sitting in the laundry basket and groaned. It was laundry day and garbage day. That meant I needed to roll my garbage bin to the curb and I didn’t want to do it naked. Pulling on slacks or jeans seemed like overkill, so in a fit of desperation, I chanced the drawer once again. Uttering a silent prayer, I yanked out the exercise pants and tugged up with all my might. Something seemed amiss; it was too simple. I opened my eyes fully expecting a ripped pair of capris, but instead, I was pleasantly surprised that they fit no problem.

Now, completely glowing with pride, I’m wondering when exactly I lost all that weight. It doesn’t seem like too long ago that these pants simply were impossible to get on. In any event, today’s adventure is not wasted because it has reminded me that perseverance pays. I still have about 20 pounds left until I reach my goal weight and can once again fit comfortably into a size 10/12 pant (i.e. small/medium) and I’m going for it. The only things I personally have left to lose are my arms and stomach. The rest of my body just needs to be toned.

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