As the day goes by, especially after lunch (no matter how light lunch is) my waist seems to grow a couple of inches. Size34 pants would be great now, but I'm still wearing my size 32ones. The belt constrains me, especially when I seat; but letting it go a notch or two doesn't help unless I unbutton my pants. Not a pretty picture to see a man with unbuttoned pants!
By Happy Hour time I'm starving, needing size 40 pants and a stretching belt. I'm fearing dinner by now, especially if I'm in the company of strangers.
After dinner my name changes to balloon man. Not because I sell balloons at night, but because I feel like I swallowed all the balloons I could be selling.
So I rush home, change to loose fitting, soft cloth old rags, sigh and start the decompression period.
Wouldn't it be nice if fashion designers would take the daily waist metamorphosis into consideration?.
What ever happened with elastic waist pants?
Boinnngggggh!
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