by Beks
I’ve been unwilling to shop for new post-pregnancy pants for work. More than the money, I refuse to buy another size up. I’m afraid I’ll make those extra pounds permanent if given the opportunity. And heading into the holidays with my mother and sister’s cooking doesn’t help.
My husband keeps telling me to buy ‘just one pair’ as he sees me shivering in my knee length dresses heading to work. The other day, outside temps hit the 30’s and that night I came home and couldn’t seem to get warm. I could cave, buy a pair of pants from the little amount in the clothing budget and save myself from getting pneumonia OR I could hope the shivering would cause weight loss.
I looked at my pre-pregnancy pants hanging neatly in the closet, frustrated they’d been hanging there unused for WAY too long, and decided to try and squeeze myself into them. So, I pulled them up far more slowly than necessary (I’ve never been one of those folks who likes to rip off Band-Aids quickly), and waited for them to catch…
and they didn’t.
Guess who wore her wonderfully warm lined pre-pregnancy pants to work yesterday?
Sure, I look a little more J. Lo than J. Anniston, but the buttons close and that’s pretty much all I hoped for anyway. I think I heard my clothing budget cheering louder than me.
