My college jeans don’t fit anymore. PGP.
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My college jeans don’t fit anymore. PGP.
California guy coming to you live from the Mile High City. I enjoy weekend day drinking, handing out my business cards, and ordering pizza while hungover. I do not enjoy "working through lunch", folding laundry, or small domesticated animals that evolution should have stamped out long ago. Chipotle will be catered at my wedding. Feel free to call me out on Twitter. Division II grad.
I haven’t felt comfortable in a pair of pants I own in the last calender year. Slippery slope once I buy that first bigger pair.
What are you bitching about? The jeans I bought last week don’t fit anymore…
Then you’re either a dumbass or a fat ass. Take your pick.
Easy, tiger.
sad reality. when your fitness goals aren’t “getting thin” but just fitting in your clothes.