So, after weeks of working by day, sitting in my hotel room by night and eating out for every meal nearly every day I think I've reached an all-time low. I suspected I was gaining weight but I didn't think it was yet out of control.
Yesterday, I got dressed and noticed my pants feeling a bit tighter, certainly nothing I couldn't live with. Nonetheless, I decided it was time I do some lunges/squats. Me being the multi-tasker I am started to do some lunges while I was blow drying my hair in the morning. Good thing, too, because not more than 10 minutes later I was getting dressed and when I bent down to put on my shoes I heard something tear. I panicked and ran to the mirror to check out my pants. Whew! Still intact. Or were they?
I realized that night that the lining of my pants and totally ripped. Yep, Melinda ripped her pants. And to top it off, she blogged about it.
