I tried on my “test pants” last week. You know, that item of clothing you stash away at the back of your wardrobe waiting for that day when you’ll slip effortlessly back in like an old friend.
|Please note: This is not me. It's a stunt muffin top.|
My Test Pants are a slim little Allannah Hill number, chocolate brown with cheeky little pink stitching in just the right places. BB (Before Babies) I’d love nothing more than rocking them with a killer pair of heels and a strappy singlet.
Between B1 and B2, I had a brief moment of glory when the planets aligned for me to fasten zipper and buttons. I celebrated my achievement, then quickly removed them when my legs started to tingle from lack of blood supply.
What I was thinking the other day when I put them on I don’t know. Exercise is a random occurrence these days and I still eat like a pregnant lady. Food is my problem and I know it. I’m a comfort eater and reward myself with food. “Treating Myself” or “Me Time” these days generally involves something sweet and even on our trips to the park I stop via my local café for a Skinny Cap and a little somethin’ somethin’.
It’s going to be a hard habit to kick, but I’m determined to get off the sugar before I need to sacrifice my favourite jeans and summer shorts.
It’s seems the old girl ain’t what she used to be, but I’m hanging onto my Allannah’s for next winter.
Do you have "test clothes"? What are they?