Fat pants, skinny pants

I have a great pair of slacks, dark green (almost black), good cut, great style, and a full size too large. They are my fat pants. Let me explain...

When I wake up feeling fat (it happens -especially if I succumbed to some delicious something the day before), I put on my fat pants. They are wonderfully loose, and all through the day, as I hitch them up a little, I get the feeling that I am thinner, since my slacks are so big. Oh, I know deep inside that this is not the case, but it puts a smile on my face the whole day. Of course, as soon as I get home from work, I quickly put on my tightest jeans, so that I won't be lulled into grabbing some of those chips from the open bag left on the counter by a nonchalant husband or son. Those are my skinny pants. I have to suck it in to zip them. The skinny pants remind me why I must not eat chips - maybe one day (hopefully before summer) my skinny pants will become my fat pants, and my fat pants - well, they can then be retired.