Aimee, you asked about the jeans — and I had been thinking about them for a while, as they’re so innocently hanging in my wardrobe, taunting me with their sexy smallness. (So they’re a 16, but whatever! No stretch! Low butt! TAUNT!)
I’ve been getting excited everytime the numbers drop thinking that they might fit.. they might fit.. but trying them on and having to stop at my thighs and slink away in a sulk. Today I went shopping in my normal jeans (size 18, non stretch) and was tugging them up most of the day, so I figured I’d try the SEXY jeans on when I got home, just to see.
Holy hell! Albeit with some shimmying and a couple of hard tugs, they go over my thighs and I can JUST zip them up! Another couple of kilos, and I might actually be able to consider them normal wear jeans again! I figure by about 80kgs they’ll fit better, with less squishage, crutch action and underwear hanging out at the back! 
But they fit! The squished bits are SO not the point.
(In other news, I’ve GAINED this week, a couple of kilos too! What the hell? I’ve been good! Boooo, bloody boooo. Gains suck butt. K, that’s all.)
