Just to let ya'll know, I started a new blog about losing weight. I will be chronicling my journey of losing weight, including weekly updates of my weight, stats, and photos.
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P.S. - My new pajama pants/leggings are featured in a photo on my new blog!
Sunday, November 2, 2008
Wow.
I have a secret that I would like to admit. Well, it's not so much a secret, but I'll share anyhow.
I am obsessed with pajama pants or any kind of "comfy" pants (this is, of course, in lieu to wearing any pants at all - because we ALL know that that is alwaysalwaysalways my number one option). And also any kind of pajamas, oversized shirts, robes, sweatpants, leggings...as close as humanly possible to being naked and/or comfortable, please.
As most of you know, I spend about 20 hours outside of my house a week (since I am only working part-time). The rest of the time, I am at home, pantsless. And when I have to do those mundane things such as go to the bank, grocery store, dry cleaners, etc. (i.e. leave the house for reasons other than work) I wear pajama pants. I am slightly ashamed of this fact. I'm surprised that I haven't gotten nominated to be on "What Not To Wear." Clinton and Stacy would have an aneurysm if they really knew how many different pairs of pajama pants I own. Oh, yeah, and wearoutinpublic.
So, yesterday, it's no surprise to me that when I went to Target for some groceries and other necessities, I wound up in the loungewear section. For an hour. I had to talk myself out of buying multiple pairs of pajama pants. It was nearly impossible. I can easily rationalize my need for more pairs because I am at home so often. I talked myself out of two pairs (one pink pair and one black pair) and settled on a pair of grey legging-ish pants. And since I got home last night, the pants have not come off.
Except when I went to bed. I can't sleep with pants on.
I am obsessed with pajama pants or any kind of "comfy" pants (this is, of course, in lieu to wearing any pants at all - because we ALL know that that is alwaysalwaysalways my number one option). And also any kind of pajamas, oversized shirts, robes, sweatpants, leggings...as close as humanly possible to being naked and/or comfortable, please.
As most of you know, I spend about 20 hours outside of my house a week (since I am only working part-time). The rest of the time, I am at home, pantsless. And when I have to do those mundane things such as go to the bank, grocery store, dry cleaners, etc. (i.e. leave the house for reasons other than work) I wear pajama pants. I am slightly ashamed of this fact. I'm surprised that I haven't gotten nominated to be on "What Not To Wear." Clinton and Stacy would have an aneurysm if they really knew how many different pairs of pajama pants I own. Oh, yeah, and wearoutinpublic.
So, yesterday, it's no surprise to me that when I went to Target for some groceries and other necessities, I wound up in the loungewear section. For an hour. I had to talk myself out of buying multiple pairs of pajama pants. It was nearly impossible. I can easily rationalize my need for more pairs because I am at home so often. I talked myself out of two pairs (one pink pair and one black pair) and settled on a pair of grey legging-ish pants. And since I got home last night, the pants have not come off.
Except when I went to bed. I can't sleep with pants on.
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