The Miracle Of Forgetting My Pants (and the letter B)
The Schedule
Yesterday I had a bit of a mishap. I forgot my pants. You see, like most of us I live a pretty crazy schedule that would completely fall apart if I didn’t do at least some planning. Let me give you a quick rundown of my typical morning so you can get an idea.
- 4am: Fall out of bed
- 4:02am Go potty
- 4:03am Pack gym bag and clothes for the day.
- 4:07am eat breakfast and send out 3-7 tweets (occasionally a facebook post)
- 4:15am Wake up
- 4:20am Pack lunch and anything else I need for the day because I won’t be back home until 6pm.
I don’t come home after the gym. I have to shower and change there. We live about 20-25 minutes from where I work out, work, and go to school. It seems like we would be better off living closer to all of those places considering they’re all so close to each other, but living where we live makes sense to us. In fact, we love it here and a short commute every day (never any traffic) is not really a big deal at all anymore.
If any of the six steps mentioned above aren’t followed exactly it can potentially throw a wrench into the whole system. Well yesterday I screwed up number 3… BAD!
I could go a day without socks or without drawers. It’s not like anyone would ever know right? Going a day without pants is not quite as sleuth if you know what I mean. The worst part was the realization. I had showered, primped (deodorant, brush teeth, whatever), and was just getting ready to throw on my clothes. I emptied bag and then it hit me. NO PANTS! I unzipped all the side pockets thinking that maybe, just maybe I had decided to roll up my pants super tight and force them into a side pocket for safe keeping. Nope.
I threw on my gym shorts and ran out to my car. Maybe I just forgot to put them in the bag… I knew I hadn’t. I had no idea what I was going to do.
Then I remembered I wasn’t far from good old mom and dad’s house. What good would that do me? I mean, my dad’s a size 42 waist and my mom doesn’t generally wear slacks that I fancy. Nevertheless, I went to their house in my gym shorts and polo in hopes that my dad still had at least one pair of pants left from his fat days.
I asked my dad if he had any pants. “Just the ones in my closet, you can go look for some”, he replied. As I’m shuffling through his closet I read all the labels, 40, 42, 40, 42. This guy is really good at keeping his closet cleaned out.
In a desperation move I did the only thing I could think of, I tried on the 42′s. You know what, they fit! Not the holy-crap-these-pants-are-so-tight-the-top-button-could-turn-into-a-projectile-at-any-minute type of fit either. They felt comfortable and I think they looked pretty good too. Last time I bought pants was right after Christmas and I was wearing a size 46. Woohoo!
In the future I’ll be taking advice and either packing my gym bag the night before or keeping a pair of “emergency pants” in my car. The emergency pants could actually be useful in a lot of situations.
The Letter B
I hope that Spring Cleaning is going well. Are the cobwebs disappearing? Are you seeing things a bit more positively? Even if you aren’t yet, keep it up for 29 more days and I guarantee you will. A NMB guarantee is about as rock solid as they come. Now for the letter B:
Bacon! – Bacon will never help you lose weight. In fact, even the thought of it will make you fat. I’ve never met anyone who could stop at one strip. I’ve heard of people dipping their bacon in chocolate or wrapping it around a candy bar. Bacon is definitely a B-ad word for weight loss! (special thanks to waterballoonist.blogspot.com for noticing my oversight)
Boredom - How many times do we say or think to ourselves “I’m so bored”? Boredom is basically a trigger that says “feed me, feed me, feed me.” Ask yourself why you’re bored. Are you hung up on the fact that a friend or family member is “always doing something fun”? Why can’t you be that friend or family member? Activity is boredom’s nemesis. Get up and get moving and you’ll quickly see that ugly B word disappear from your vocab and thinking.
Betrayal - How many of us have had our trust broken? I’m sure we all have at one time or another. If you haven’t yet, you probably will. There are few feelings as icky as betrayal. So how do we get past a Benedict Arnold? We forgive. Forgiveness is so healthy and is a total mind cleanse. Holding grudges can do so much damage. Relationships may never be the same after betrayal, but WE are in control of whether or not we forgive.
Binge Eating - Oh the pattern that quickly has us going from “just one little cookie won’t hurt” to “is that entire pack of Oreos gone already?” We’ve all experienced it and it’s incredibly dangerous. Nothing like working out, eating good for 90% of the day and then throwing it all away because we lost self control for just a minute. One thing that helps me to combat binging is to be very conscious of what it is I’m putting into my body. Every time I go to eat I ask myself “What is my body going to do with this?” Also, getting up early and working out helps me to not want to ruin the hard work I’ve put in for the day.
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Good for you for forgetting your pants! You might not have realized you have gone down!! woot woot to you!
I am one that is very routine oriented as well and not so good when something gets thrown at me…can be really bad…so i always pack gt ready for the next day the night before!
OMG…that is hilarious and awesome. The worse thing I’ve done so far is forget my work shoes, so I’ve spent workdays entirely in my running shoes. I’ve thought about keeping an entire emergency outfit in my filing cabinet at work, b/c I know a day will come when I need it.
I was hoping that you would include bacon in your list of things that start with B. Oh well, the list was pretty good as is (As good as a list can be without bacon).
I have made an egregious error. So much so that I will actually be revising this post. Thank you for noticing!
Oh, awesome news on the 42 inch pants!
42! Who do you think you are?!
I really liked the Bs. I think I need to spring clean the Bs.
And I think it’s awesome you forgot your pants! Otherwise you may have had to wait months before knowing you could fit in a smaller size! Way to go!
Did the same exact thing *once*. Work was 1.5 hours away and no chance of finding clothes somewhere else – I had to wait until the stores opened.
Took me until just now to think about stashing a pair in the trunk.
You crack my shiznat up.
Congrats on the new pants size!
I keep an extra set of clothes at work for this very reason!
Spare pants would probably be a good idea. Lol
Boredom is my biggest ‘b’ word. I will be spring cleaning that sucker outta here!
I think you could have made the no-pants work look. “What? You just now noticed I’m not wearing pants? Why are you WEARING pants? Didn’t you get the memo?”
1. Congrats on the pants size. 2. You may not have my bacon. 3. Betrayal. HUGE and directly related to my comment on the A stuff. And I am in complete agreement on forgiveness.
What a hoot. That’s why I prefer after-work gym to the organizational nightmare of on-the-way-to-work gym. I have been caught without many things at the gym, but never such a critical item. Good thing, too, it’s miles away from home, and we most definitely do have traffic.
Thanks for the B’s. Very insightful. No bacon for Bunny. Makes me want to start my own list. I’m pondering the letter S, starting with stress. Maybe I for ice cream. J for jerks at work…hmmm
I love the feeling of fitting into a new size of pants! It’s one of the best feelings in the world. I’ve forgotten to take a lot of things to the gym before, but never my pants. My Spring Cleaning B word is “belittling.” Most often used by people who aren’t having as much success as you are in an attempt to bring you down.
Great. I just snorted with laughter at work, prompted my boss to come out of her office and ask me if I needed the heimlich maneuver.
And dude. If I had to get out of bed at 4:00 a.m. i’d probably forget to put pants ON.
Oh, and congrats and all that jazz on the new pant size! When I can squeeze my fatazzzz back into my favorite jeans, i’ll be freakin’ the freak out (and hopefully have a better vocabulary to express myself eloquently at that point).
There’s a good possibility I’ve forgotten before. Yesterday I was coherent enough to REMEMBER that I screwed up
Congrats … on the pant size, not the brain fart. As you may have read I to had a pant size epiphany recently fitting into a pair of 44″ … it felt great so I know how ya felt. I hate when I forget things like that. Fortunately I’m a lot closer to those places than you are so I can run home.
All I can think to type is LMAO! Congrats though
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