Last night, I packed up my gym bag and threw in a freshly washed pair of jeans to wear after I got done working out this morning. Jeans that as of last week, when I wore them last, were a little loose but still mostly fit.
I finish my workout, get ready as quickly as possible as I'm running late. Laden down with full gym bag and purse large enough to carry half the state of Texas, I'm rushing out the door to my car.
My pants fell down. In the parking lot, while I was walking to my car. I could feel it happening and the bags were in my way just enough for me to catch them. I realize now after getting to work that they look like freaking Hammer pants. The ass is way too big and baggy now. I am shocked that in a week's time and a washing/drying later - so, normally when they shrink and I can hardly get them on without sucking in my gut - they literally fell down just a few steps to the car. I stood there laughing hysterically. I take it as a good sign that all the ass-kicking I'm doing on my own and with my personal trainer is apparently paying off. I just wish it hadn't "paid off" in a parking lot with my pants around my ankles. I didn't see anyone around, but there were a lot of people in the gym. Hoping no one saw me while I waddled to my car.
I totally thought about ML and needing a pants person after I got in my car. LOL! I almost called my H to bring me another pair, but he's sick, sleeping, and I didn't want him to have to haul DD out of bed for a pair of pants. I'm just sitting a lot today at work. It made for a good story when I did get to work!