Now, to some, that may not seem like a big deal. Tell me, though, that you don't love putting on a a billowy piece of fabric during the sweatiest of days and feeling oh so free as you twirl about. Ok. No to the twirling, but yes to feeling fancy free. This fact seemed to really hit home with me as I attempted to pull on my suddenly terribly restrictive jeans for the first time in months. Wait a minute....I didn't lose weight like I thought during the summer since I wasn't constantly reminded of how much I ate the night before by how big of an indent the button on my jeans left in my belly? What, what?
It feels like my legs are confined to two metal barrels that are not stretching, no matter how many times I do that hilarious looking deep squat move to stretch them out. (You know what I'm talking about.) I know it's more in my mind, and I just have to get used to them again, but this is my least favorite part of fall--the transition back to jeans. Why aren't yoga pants an acceptable garment to wear to work?
And tights? They are ok for a night out or a few hours, but I can't sit through the day with them on. At least you get some wiggle room with jeans.
Oh, wait. No need to panic, people. I just looked at the forecast for tomorrow. Apparently today was just a bit of a cold fluke. Tomorrow's a skirt day again, and all is right with the world. I'll deal with this whole jeans thing later.
What is the weird thing you'll miss about summer?