After overindulging, you put on your jeans and find them ‘just a wee bit snug.” Not planning on going anywhere, you put on your ‘ugly pants.’ You know the ones…two sizes too large and super comfortable. You could live in them for days.
Your ‘ugly pants’ are baggy, stretched out and feel so good to be in. You probably have a few pairs of them, right? So you want wear them ‘for a few’ days until you feel less bloated and your jeans fit better.
As you are wearing these famous ‘ugly pants’ you also throw on a ratty old t-shirt (nice and baggy, too. Mmm hmm.). And put your hair up in a ponytail (oh boy – this describes 80% of my existence). As the days drag on you continue to wear the ‘ugly pants’ because now you feel frumpy. And fat. Feeling frumpy and fat (F&F) makes you feel sad, so you eat a little more (you’re already frumpy, remember?). And then your jeans really don’t fit. So you continue to wear your ‘ugly pants,’ out in public now, feeling frumpier and frumpier by the minute.
Feeling frumpy equals more weight gain. Because you’re unhappy with your weight (roll with it…it makes sense to some of us).
How to stop frumpy pant weight gain?
Put on some real clothes.
Go through your closet and find something cute—anything. Just one piece of clothing that makes you feel good, even if it’s a little roomy. If you have to out and buy something inexpensive, at a larger size, just do it. Then put on some simple jewelry.
The truth here is that you become what you feel. If you feel frumpy and fat, you will be frumpy and fat. Your energy changes, you body language changes and your motivation wanes. You outer appearance speaks to your inner invoice in a negative way. Trust me…I’ve been there too many times to count. I’ve been wearing my ‘ugly pants’ since Christmas. Oi vey.
A few days a week, at least, wear something that makes you feel good and adjust your attitude.
When I’m dressed better, I eat better. Weird, but true.
~Onward (sans ugly pants)
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