Too Big For My Britches

No - I'm not talking about my ginormous ego (ha!) I'm literally talking about my britches. This morning I had to do some major sucking in of my stomach to get those babies on. This is a bad sign - one second you're depriving yourself of oxygen to put on clothing, the next second you're breaking lawn furniture with the cumbersome weight of your huge arse.

I keep thinking of this quote from Bridget Jones's Diary (one of my favorite movies!):

Major dilemma. If actually do, by some terrible chance, end up in flagrante surely these would be most attractive at crucial moment. (holds up thong) However, chances of reaching crucial moment greatly increased by wearing these scary stomach-holding-in pants very popular with grannies the world over.

Yep, that's me. Not that I go anywhere near thongs - quite frankly, they scare me. But I'm going to soon have to resort to scary stomach-holding-in drawers unless I get my mind back on this Weight Watchers stuff.