Hmmm these pants are getting a little too snug. (Stupid crotch whiskers – of course I didn’t notice them until AFTER I wore this all day – doh.) They are moving from cute-work-appropriate pants category to borderline painted-on ridiculousness. Which unfortunately means it’s time to eat a little less Taco Bell and spend a little more moving the ole body.
I think of these pants as my warning pants. I bought them right before my first week of work at my first real job (when I was in pretty decent physical shape playing a ton of city league soccer) and now, nine years later, any time they start to get tight it’s a warning that I need less time sitting in front of a glowing computer screen and more time running around out in the sunlight. And probably more broccoli too.
Blerg. Sometimes I wish we lived in a world where mozzerella sticks were a health food.