I spent more than 100 days without wearing a pants from September 15-December 23rd, 2003. Then put them on to make somebody else happy and I regretted it.

So December 28, 2003 I took off the accursed things and after 4-5 months, I've given them all away to the Idaho Youth Ranch (with the exception of the pants I was married in which I've kept for sentinmental reasons).

Change is always as a little scary, but if it's the right thing to do and you've thought it out and prayed out like I did, I had a peace about it and life just goes on like normal.