Sunday, November 2, 2008

New blog...because I really am that self-obsessed.

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.

Ch-ch-check it out!

P.S. - My new pajama pants/leggings are featured in a photo on my new blog!


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, 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.