Friday, September 24, 2010
Fuck Skinny Jeans
I almost had a heart attack last night.
I got home from work, changed into jeans and a t-shirt, and went grocery shopping. The jeans were tight. Like suck it in, muffin top city kind of tight (don't worry, I threw on a hoodie to disguise it). By the time I got home I was so uncomfortable I was ready to throw a fit.
No, I haven't started to move yet (ie: workout), but I've been doing so well in cutting down on the fast food and paying attention to my portions! I can't believe my jeans are so damn tight! Arrrrgh!
I shucked them off, pouted my way into some baggy pj's, and then...
...I looked at the label. They were my old jeans (as in a size smaller than I am now). Ohhhhhhh. :-|
I got home from work, changed into jeans and a t-shirt, and went grocery shopping. The jeans were tight. Like suck it in, muffin top city kind of tight (don't worry, I threw on a hoodie to disguise it). By the time I got home I was so uncomfortable I was ready to throw a fit.
No, I haven't started to move yet (ie: workout), but I've been doing so well in cutting down on the fast food and paying attention to my portions! I can't believe my jeans are so damn tight! Arrrrgh!
I shucked them off, pouted my way into some baggy pj's, and then...
...I looked at the label. They were my old jeans (as in a size smaller than I am now). Ohhhhhhh. :-|
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