I had to go out and buy several new pairs of pants recently because I’ve lost somewhere in the vicinity of 30 pounds since last winter. I spend virtually the entire summer wearing shorts, but I went to put on long pants to go out to dinner for my birthday and found that every single pair of pants I own is a good couple of inches too big, so I took the money my mother sent me and went pants shopping one day last week.
Too bad I didn’t see this Esquire article that’s all over the web today before I went shopping so I could have maximized the effect of being impressed by my smaller waistline. Frankly, I am having a very hard time believing that every single 36″ at Old Navy is really FIVE INCHES wider — in the MetaFilter thread where I first saw this, a number of people commented that quality control for clothing is so bad that while it’s quite likely that a single pair was this far out of size, it’s probably not the norm.
As pleased as I am to be fitting into 36″-waisted pants again, I’m not going to take all my old pants to Goodwill just yet. I know better than to think that I won’t find my waistline pushing back out again. Years ago, Jackie Gleason used to maintain several complete wardrobes at various sizes because his weight would fluctuate quite wildly. I may not have the budget or the sartorial style of The Great One, but I know better than to get rid of my fat clothes just because I’ve gotten a little thinner.



