Ignore the girly rant
So there's this pair of jeans I own. They have a history and they're also the bane of my dieting life. It goes something like this.
Strike #1 :: They're Supré jeans. Now, if Jen's not staring at me in shock and utter disgust, I'm going to assume that they don't have Supré in WA. Ignore the bit where they say that they're 'women's fashion'. They're not. They're trashy young teenage girl's fashion. Not a proud fact that I have two pairs of these jeans. (Although they themselves are not skanky in any way, shape or form) A dark-rinse one and a lighter coloured one. We're talking about the darker coloured one.
Tick #1 :: They're dark. This means that they make me look slimmer. With my height and figure, slimmer is always welcome
Strike #2 :: They used to be my sister's. My younger sister's. Yes, you heard me. I have hand-me-ups. You see, I haven't grown since I was 15. She, on the other hand, has boobs and is taller than me. Nofair.
Tick #2 :: I can still fit into them. Ok, that's debatable. They can still be buttoned up over my hips (with much effort and grunting). These jeans were bought for a 13 year-old girl four years ago. I'm just the slightest bit proud of myself.
Strike #3 :: The pants were taken up for said 13 y-o girl. They're too long for me. Not so impressed.
Tick #3 :: They're flared and don't hug my thighs. This is extremely good.
Strike #4 :: Because they're so snug-fitting around my hips, I can tell when I've put on weight. I had extreme troubles putting them on today. Although they severely reduced my appetite, it's not something I want to try again before losing weight. Need to exercise; have no time to exercise.
I'm debating on whether or not to take my laptop to uni tomorrow and attempt to download a bit more of the audiobook for Welcome to Temptation during my lunch break. Hmmm..