This is too funny! When I first got divorced, I had to change jobs. Landed an office job with a minimal dress code. I could not fit into any of my slacks, as I had ballooned up to 147 lbs. Had to buy new pants. 3 months and a metric fuckton of stress later, I'm down to 123 lbs. Bought new pants again. A year later, still fitting into newest pants, I realized that I still had all my fat pants taking up closet space.  I gave them to a coworker and dropped the ghost of fat pants forever.  Exactly the opposite of permafats, I guess.