It’s inevitable.
My worst fear (well, at this point of speaking lah) has happened!
I ATE INTO MY TROUSERS!
You may think that sentence does not make any sense.
It does, oh yes, it does!
When I got my new trousers (from work, part of my uniform), I showed it off to everyone how loose it was (that sentence making sense now?) – that I could fit a chicken into it…the crotch area of the trousers was hanging about 2 inches lower than where it should be…
Today…you guessed it!
No hanging crocth area, no fitting in chickens…
Oh dear.
Time for damage control!
…right after I finish my two portions of pasta carbonara.
{ 3 comments… read them below or add one }
Hei hei no need to diet la. Now is the perfect weight! Besides food is bliss. God never ask us to stop eating.
i tot u ate ur trousers pulak.
phew.
Che-Cheh: nolah…not diet-ing. my excuse is that this is “winter weight” *hehe*
Anne: ate INTO, not ate IT!