Gettin' Baggy With It

I have some good and some bad news to share.

The good news: My workout pants are too big for me.

The bad news: My workout pants are too big for me.

I just bought these pants when I was home last week because I need a few more pairs now that I’ve been running more and Massachusetts doesn’t tax clothing. In the confines of the dressing room, the large size fit just fine. I could do lunges without them riding up and they sat nicely on my hips, none of that low rise crap. However, when I put them on for the first time Tuesday, they started to slide down as soon as I started running.

The same thing happened yesterday when I was running: I had to pull up and roll my favorite pair of jogging capris at the waist because they kept sliding down. This gave me a weird wedgie and I felt a little like Steve Urkel.

While it’s good news that it seems I have slashed a size from my midsection, it’s also tricky—I have entered the in-between- sizes stage.

When I was shopping, I opted for the large pants because the medium was a tad too tight and I’ve never been a fan of the way my backend looks in skin-tight Lycra. During the same trip I also purchased a pair of size 10 jorts (jean shorts--but not the acid-washed kind with the fringe), which fit comfortable and are a size smaller than I’m used to wearing. However if I lose a little more weight they’re going to sag. I didn’t get a second pair of plaid shorts that I loved because the 10’s were a little too tight and the 12’s were too big. I didn’t want to overestimate the amount of weight I’m going to lose—I’ve done that before and ended up with nothing but a pile of clothes I never fit into.

I get it—you’re probably thinking “Oh poor Kim, she’s getting skinnier! Boo hoo.”

Make no mistake; I am ecstatic over this change in body size, awkward clothes stage and all. It is so motivating and rewarding to see and feel all of my hard work finally paying off. Since I weighed myself with my fancy scale in mid-April, I’ve dropped a total of four pounds. In reality, I've probably lost more because I’ve increased my exercise and in turn my muscle mass. My work pants are baggy to the point where it’s getting annoying to constantly tug them up and I am excited to shop for new ones. Well, excited to shop for a size smaller… shopping for dress pants is about as fun to me as trying on bathing suits in flourescent lighting.

So what’s a girl to do?

Wait and see I guess. And maybe get some Steve Urkel suspenders or a fanny pack to hold up my pants while I run. Kidding, the latter accessory is reserved for the days when I wear my new jorts.