I realized the other day that I need new summer pants. My capris from last year are too big...and as much as I'd like to pretend they aren't, just to save the money and torture of shopping for new, I can't. I tried to wear a pair of them the other day, and all day the chorus, "Pants on the ground, pants on the ground, looking like a fool with your pants on the ground," ran through my head.

And I know I should be happy that my pants are too big...better than being too small. And just let me say this now, I am not a skinny girl so the fact I need a smaller size  is not something to be jealous about. But the thought of having to go try on pants at multiple stores to find the "right" pair is draining just to think about it. I mean is it really too difficult for a size XX to be the sames at all stores?!? Instead a size XX could fit at one store, but you fight just to get it zipped in the next dressing room.

But I sucked it up, drug the SO with me and went out on a mission to find new pants. Let's just say the mission wasn't a success or complete failure. It was a bit defeating though. First store we went into I pulled the size I've been wearing for a few years and the size down, since the whole point of this trip is b/c my current pants don't fit. Smaller size didn't even come close to fitting, and the normal size didn't really fit either. I need a half size in pants...just like in shoes! 

At one point I contemplated just gorging on food and forgoing this whole getting fit and losing weight thing, just so the pants already hanging in my closet would fit again. But I perservered and after two shopping trips I've ended up with 4 or 5, I really can't remember, new pairs of pants, none of which I am sure I am going to keep! I was so defeated in the dressing rooms, I just decided to buy the ones that might work, try them on at home and make the final decision in the comfort of my home...not under the harsh dressing room lights, with eager sales women breathing down your neck and throwing out compliments like candy at a parade.

That was over a week ago now, and I've still yet to try them on again. Not really sure what I am waiting for. Not like waiting to try them on again is going to make a difference. Instead I let the bags just stare at me in the closet, taunting me and swearing I will take care of it tomorrow. No really, I think tomorrow is the day I will face the music and give the pants a proper trying on.

But in the meantime if you see an average girl walking around town, with dress pants about to fall on the ground...that's probably me.  

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