Closet archaeology: Jeans

SO......

As some of you who read this blog may have been able to figure out, I recently joined Weight Watchers.  It's been 5 weeks and I've lost 10 pounds!

This may not seem like a lot if you watch Biggest Loser, so I thought I'd share what that means in terms of something more tangible:  pants.

If you're like me, your closet is kind of an archaeological record.  On the bottom of the shelves, in the back of drawers, and on the far left of the closet are things that were last worn, oh, perhaps around the turn of the Permian era.  On the top, in the front, and on the far right are things that were last worn, oh, yesterday?  Last week?

Anyway, when I joined WW, I had about 25 pairs of jeans and only two pairs that fit.  A little snugly.  Not that good for my psyche.

After the first week, both pairs fit great and I was really happy.

After the second week, one pair of jeans was starting to get a little loose...  and I was oh, so happy, so happy, when a special pair of capri's fit.  I'd picked them up a while back on sale thinking, "I always drop a few pounds over the summer, these will fit great then!"  They finally fit me!  I wore them.

After the third week, I realized I could pull that looser pair of my two favorite jeans off without unbuttoning them.  Because I love that pair of jeans, I decided to pack it away in a box instead of donating them immediately.  Who knows, I may get pregnant someday and gain a few pounds back, and then I'll be happy to have a comfortable pair of favorite jeans.

After the 4th week, I realized that I could fit back into three pairs of jeans I hadn't worn in over six months.  I wore them to work that week.

Today, I realized that one of those three pairs that I discovered finally fit me again last week is now so loose I can pull them off without unbuttoning them!  I was fine with that, I never really liked those jeans anyway.  I put them into the same box with the first pair.

Then, I decided to try on all my pants.  If I'm going to be changing pants sizes so rapidly in comparison to my collection, I want to wear everything that fits me right now before I have to pack it back away.

On a happy note, I was able to divide my closet into things that fit me right now (lots of "new" clothes, yay!), things that I should try on again next week (a sizeable stack of soon-to-be-"new" clothes, yay!), and a stack of things that I should wait to try on again until the other stack gets smaller (a sizeable stack of clothes I'm determined to have as "new" things again, yay!).

However, there's a poignant end to this story.  Those super-cute capris I mentioned earlier?  Now they are ridiculously too big.  I only got to wear them once.  I'm not sure whether to laugh or cry about that.

Stay hungry, but in moderation!