Today I tried putting on one of my favorite pairs of pants from a couple of years back. I still wear it occasionally, but today it really just struck me how poorly they fit now along the waistline.<\/p>\n
Seriously, they look like clown pants on me now! They’ve got elastic, and if I stretch the extra space out in front of me I could fit a paperback book there, face up. I could not decently wear them with suspenders without exposing my briefs to passersby.<\/p>\n
Not that I’ve worn suspenders in a good eight years.<\/p>\n
Even then, it’s getting too bad to use a belt for; there’s simply too much waist material. They’ll probably have to go soon. They’re quite comfortable, but I don’t think the radical alterations needed to get them fitting properly now are feasible and worthwile.<\/p>\n
The funny thing is, two years ago I wore pants along my hip rather than my waist. Back then I found size 46 pants comfortable at my hip, now I find size 38 pants comfortable at my waist.<\/p>\n
Half of what’s scary about this is that I’m clearly still<\/strong> overweight. My belly sticks out a fair bit, and my upper legs are quite flabby. That said, my skin clearly thanks me; the stretch marks are fading. As I close in on 100 pounds down from my peak of 310, it’s becoming quite clear that my ideal weight (without major muscle gain) is somewhat below 200. I wasn’t certain that it was below 220 when I started this whole thing.<\/p>\n