LOL. Not in my case. I haven't worn a single thing for the sake of "fashion" since I bought a Neru jacket in 1967 to take my then-girl-friend out for dinner.
As I have stated, I wore a 'costume' and masqueraded as a business executive for several decades, and even then I couldn't play it straight. I wore black shirts and pin-stripes.
My entire wardrobe now consisted of black Harley T-shirts, crappy jeans, WigWam socks, and motorcycle boots. I gave away
all of my suits and ties. The last 'nod to fashion' I've allowed myself was an old-style triple plated wallet chain, and even that simply replaces something from 1972.
I just look crappy in clothes, anyway. I enjoy working out, the pain, the pump, hot relaxing showers, hydro-beds and making twenty-somethings look
weak. (And that's a national tragedy. This is the first generation expected to live shorter and unhealthier lives than their parents.)
However, I think it's time to lean out a bit. There's this one quote that began to gnaw at me. Scharzenegger said he lost over fifty pounds in preparation for his first Conan movie--and he looked great. More cardio, less bulk. I doubt that I'll ever get under 200 pounds again, so 'nice jeans' are going to have to be their own reward.
