**This is a repost of Cute Pair of Pants vs The Fat Roll. I made…
Cute Pair of Pants VS the Fat Roll
Here is the story of my Cute Pair of Pants VS the Fat Roll. Okay, so I have a 20% discount at work (YAY ME) and that coupled with a 30% off coupon and clearance items equals a huge YAY YAY YAY.
Shopping on my Lunch Break
So, on my lunch break, I decide to shop. I randomly walk around the store thinking “where are all those cute things that I sell that is $1.97?” Eventually, throughout my time, I find a cute pair of pants. They are khaki pants that can either be rolled down or used as capris. Cute. I buy the size I normally wear (gasp) and don’t try them on. Sadly, I loathe trying on clothes and I refuse to buy a size bigger.
All excited, I get home and try them on….they fit, but I can’t breathe or sit. It has a snap closure, so when I do try to breathe, my snap pops 🙁
Quest in Life
In the quest for cuteness, I decide this morning, that I will wear those pants. I anxiously rip the tags off and contemplate how I’m going to function for the next 8 hrs in these too tight pants. I chose a shirt that covers my gut and so if the snap blows, then I can discreetly snap them back (if you count sucking it up and turning blue to get them to snap).
I’m so excited, though, because I remembered I had fake Spanx, deep down in my drawer. Here lies the answer. I lay on the bed and shimmy them up, thinking I’m gonna die and there will be no way I will be able to go to the bathroom. I pull them all the way up and then I proceed to put on my new pants. They fit, comfortably! Yippee! I think I look quite stylin’ as I load up the kids and head to work.
Normal is Not for Me.
Throughout the day, I bend, lift and move…a lot…fake Spanx aren’t quite built for that and at one point, I notice the back of my Spanx (I walked past a mirrored column at work) and there was a HUGE fat roll on the back because the back of my Spanx was rolling south. I thought I was still safe because the front was still up….then…I squatted. Big mistake. In one instant, my fake Spanx rolled under my fat roll and there was no easy way to “lift” them back up without going to the bathroom (which I couldn’t do because I was training a new kid and he can’t be left alone) or hide in the stock room.
Fixing my Spanx
I thought I’d be okay, even though it was incredibly uncomfortable for me, until I realized that my pants were starting to give way. I quickly got someone to cover me and rushed to the bathroom. It took an Act.Of.Congress to get out of the spanks and then to roll them back up over my fat roll. I got everything back up and headed back out to the floor. I felt pretty good cause the back roll was gone and the front was way up over my fat roll.
The Fat Roll Emerges
Did you know once you “stretch” out elastic, it is never the same? I didn’t. Quickly, I learned that fact. Honestly, within 10 minutes, my fake Spanx was headin’ south and then there was a POP and out came the fat roll. I was very thankful to be clocking out and heading home. Amazingly enough, I can handle anything for 40 minutes.
Big Daddy to the Rescue
I rush in, grab my sweet Big Daddy and tell him I need him upstairs. It sparks an interest in him and he rushes upstairs. By the time I got there, I was standing in the bedroom with my fake Spanx sucking the life out of me and sticking to my person. I beg him to help me get out of this contraption.
I felt like Miss Scarlett, in Gone With the Wind, when Mammie is tightening her corset (although I’d make 4 of Miss Scarlett). He got so tickled because it was *so* hard to peel off my body. By the time it was over, I rushed to the bathroom. Big Daddy asked why I was in such a hurry and I tried to explain to him that I hadn’t had the privilege of using the bathroom because of my need to wear cute pants.