“You look really nice,” Russ said as he walked through
the door Tuesday evening. “Go anywhere special today?”
Ha!
If only!
“No,” I confessed. “All of my sweatpants are in the wash, so I had to wear people-pants today.”
When one has to wear people-pants, it is practically
required to wear a people-shirt, too.
Here is the thing about people-pants: they keep you
honest in a way that sweatpants definitely cannot. People-pants are not
forgiving. They don’t go with the flow of weight gain the way their synthetic
siblings do.
And to be honest, my people-pants are getting a little
snug.
Looks like I’ll be heading back to the gym in time to
beat the post-holiday rush.
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