Sixteen weeks and two days into being up the duff brings my first pair of elasticated trousers. Actually that’s not true… the first pair that I ordered online didn’t fit. Ordinarily I might have been quite upset about this, but seeing as the vast majority of my wardrobe no longer fits I’m surprisingly OK with it. In fact I’m hoping to continue getting bigger so I can move past the “who ate all the pies” look.
Anyway… I am horrified by the thought of elasticated trousers…have avoided them for a month now… but I have surrendered to the need for circulation below the waist. Just quietly I have to confess they’re pretty comfy.
