Those annoying pants

Everyone has that annoying pair of pants. The one they want to wear, the one they can barely squeeze into, the one they jump up and down and lay down on the bed and suck it in and create gadgets to shove in the zipper and try to get them together with as much impossibility of Romeo and Juliet being happy. They're annoying because they almost fit. They fit once and they may have been a bit snug, but they fit. Then they didn't. You try them periodically, "just to see." Well, today, I took a leap of faith and took them to change into after getting done at the gym. I was heading to church and didn't really want to be marinating during service in my yoga pants, so I brought everything to take a shower and change so I could head straight over. I had a brief moment of hesitation but as I folded the cloth over the metal button and brought together the star-crossed lovers, I smiled. This whole eating right and working out thing acutally works. I think I'll keep doing it.