When I first became unemployed, my best friend warned me: "Do NOT live in sweatpants. You won't know if your real pants are getting too tight." She warned me. God love her.
But did I listen? No. After 5 years of wearing suits, skirts, blouses and a fair share of spanx, I was so excited about the prospect of not wearing real pants. Call it lazy, sure okay. I didn't sit around and eat bonbons all day, but I did sit around in sweatpants.And my real pants got too tight.
When I did leave the house wearing real clothes, it was for interviews, meeting up with friends, and occasionally an effort-filled trip to Target. And you best believe that once I got home the sweat pants came back on again.
It really hit home the other day when I was doing laundry and almost the entire load of dark clothing was comprised of my various sweatpants. Yikes. My poor husband. Even though he would never say something.
Don't get me wrong, sweatpants have a very real purpose in life... Those rainy days when you curl up with cocoa and a movie; sleeping; when you're sick; Thanksgiving... I love them, and they certainly love all of me. But I've got to cut the cord, sweatpants. Our relationship is bringing us both down. What's the point of this post? I'm not sure, other than to confess my obsession for sweatpants and hope that someone out there can relate.Happy Hump Day!
