Sometime last year I told this story:
I was looking for something to wear for a casual evening out and came across my tailored black wool trousers hanging in the wardrobe. I wasn’t in the best of moods – feeling like you do when you can’t find something you want to wear. I was “feeling fat” and not a happy bunny. But the pants were a generous cut and I knew they should be a bit loose so I would be comfortable.
I pulled them on and, horrors, they were snug – not tight tight but certainly not comfortable enough to wear out for dinner. I was devastated. I’d been working really hard and was sure that those pants should have been loose.
But the pants don’t lie. So I tearfully chucked them back into the wardrobe.
Then I noticed another pair of black wool trousers folded on the bottom of the wardrobe – my tailored trousers. HOLD EVERYTHING! I grabbed the other pair. They were my daughter’s old Warehouse UK size 12 (6/8 US) black wool trousers. Ha.
HA ha ha ha a ha bloody ha. As though scale insanity were not enough, I’d discovered Pants Insanity.
Well I got them out again this morning and I’m very happy to report that they fit for real now – not snug at all. I’m wearing them as I type this – sorry that I didn’t think of them sooner.
I really must remember that, while my mind has a ways to go in this battle, my body is doing ok. I forget that some days.