I'm starting to wonder if the hubby is secretly doing laundry behind my back. Because that sounds just like him, huh? Well, obviously, someone has managed to shrink 99% of the jeans I own.
Being at home most of the week, I live in yoga pants. We recently started wearing jeans to work, meaning I needed to find a pair in my closet appropriate for work. I tried on all 32 pairs, and 4 fit.
I admit, I've had a lot of them since I was in high school, only a handful have been bought in the last 5 years since being pregnant. Hubby says I need to stop buying juniors pants. But (in the voice of the little one), I don't wanna! I want to fit in my skinny jeans-the ones I haven't squeezed into since I was 18. I want to be able to grab any pair of pants from the closet and have them fit.
Oh, and I just have to mention that I forced hubby to clean his closet, and he had 3 pairs that fit. So take that hubby. At least if I feel fat and miserable, he can feel fat and miserable with me.
I feel a diet coming on.
I'm refusing to give up my Jr's too. They fit differently now that I've had a baby but that's what longer shirts are for.
I carry my jeans with me for years and years and years, so I probably have about the same ratio of jeans in my closet vs. jeans that fit/jeans I wear. It's sad. And yet every time I go through them, I don't end up getting rid of them! It must just be a woman thing. Don't feel too bad. :-)
I have a couple pre-pregnancy jeans I refuse to get rid of. It's been almost 5 years, but I don't care. I like to think that my body simply shifted - not that it's gotten bigger.
ROTFLMAO! What is it with all of us keeping jeans that don't fit?
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