Tuesday, November 17, 2009

I have a disease...

It's called "Sweatpants Disease".

It's highly contagious and hard to cure.

The withdraw is long and tight and by tight, I mean your jeans feel tight.

I know I need to go cold turkey but I'm scared.

What am I going to sleep in? What am I going to go to work in? What am I going to wear on the weekends?

I have so many questions and not enough answers.

I have a long hard road ahead of me. But I think with the support of my friends and family, I may be able to put on actual pants at least one day a week.

Please friends, pray for me that I can make it through this. My sweats are starting to get holes in the butt and I need to buy more, but I am scared.

Am I always going to be know as the "Sweatpants girl"? I hope not.

**Story brought to you by Emma, my 7 year old. I went to a baby shower on Sunday and I put jeans and I nice shirt on. When I walked in from the shower, her eyes lit up and she got a huge smile on her face and said "wow, mommy, you are soooo dressed up and so pretty"
Like I said, My name is Kelly and I am a sweatpantholic.


Mad Woman said...

I live in sweatpants too. I work in them, I slob around in them. I love them. I don't own a pair of jeans. I own one skirt. I too, am a sweatpantaholic. Sad. But true.

Perhaps we should form a support group?