For many years when he was younger, my oldest son only wore pants with elastic waists. No zippers. No snaps or buttons. No flies. And he wore them, pulled up around his ears, with his shirts tucked in:) But at some point, I don’t remember why or when, he graduated from the slip-on pull-up pants to jeans. Zippers and flies. Now, a junior in college, he doesn’t own a single pair of sweats.
My younger son, ironically, or in an attempt to be different from his older brother, is almost the opposite. For years he refused to wear any pants with elastic waists, claiming he hated sweats. He was a jeans man. But at some point he added nylon elastic waist shorts (with pockets please Mom) as a daily staple. No matter how cold it was outside. And he wore them around the middle of his butt, although at least the boxers were covered by his overly baggy shirts. And he founded the unofficial Pajama Thursdays at his high school, where he and many other kids go to class in comfy pajama pants.
What’s my point?
It seems that I am not the only member of my family to subscribe to the “comfort over style” philosophy of dressing. I am a bit of a frumpy slob. I like things comfy and baggy. I have long wondered when the “What Not to Wear” team would show up on my front door.
But there is a real downside to my dressing style when it comes to my life as a reforming yo-yo dieter. As many of you may know from personal experience, certain comfy clothes make it all too easy to gain a few pounds and still have something to wear.
I get this. It makes perfect sense. I am logical and pragmatic and I like to think I learn from my mistakes. Yet I still have a closet filled with elastic waist sweat-outfits and loose swinging summer dresses. This is one hurdle I have not managed to jump over. But, I will. Yes, I tossed a few of the worst offenders this year. But I kept others, unable to let go.
But the time has come to, as the saying goes, put on my big girl pants. And that means I have to take off my “big” girl pants and get rid of them once and for all!
Not that I can entirely give up on the comfort notion. I just think sweats feel better all day than jeans. So I think I need to find a middle ground. Something comfy but not too roomy. Something that feels great but not if I gain a few pounds. Something that can still pass the “sitting for hours in an airplane seat” test but that doesn’t have a crotch that hangs halfway to my knees. Maybe I have gotten too comfortable with the desire to be comfortable. Maybe what I really need from my clothes is a little less comfort and a little more reminder. A reminder of the danger of the slippery slope of overeating or going off my plan. A reminder that life is not as comfortable when I am not eating well. Comfortable is good. Sometimes. Other times, maybe not so much.
What do you wear most of the time? Do you dress for comfort or style?