The world likes to talk about how great it is to be stronger. The benefits of working out are many, from being healthier to being hotter. Much is made of the obvious downside - having to be in the gym all the time - but little is made of another downside, which is clothing and its inability to be multiple sizes at once.
I have seen plenty of diet programs advertised by showing people tossing aside enormous pants that they have given up because they lost so much weight. Look at me, these people say, I was once a size that needed scientific notation to be properly expressed, and now my size is a number that a six year old can count to!
It isn't nearly as fun when you are getting bigger and having to set aside clothes that simply don't go on your body anymore. This isn't a problem with shirts because half of the point of working out was to wear super tight shirts, #casuallyflexing but pants are a real pain in the ass. Or perhaps more accurately, a pain in the gut. I have been doing lots of core exercises and leg days these past few months and now I can't get into most of the pants and shorts I own. My stomach basically looks the same, but it is clear I built a bunch of muscle underneath and now things just don't fit. Or maybe I am building up muscle in my butt? Hard to say.
On the weekend I even busted through my swimsuit when bending over, and my ass was hanging out of a 10 centimeter rip right up the back.
It finally hit a breaking point when I realized that my shorts were so tight they were messing with my digestive system. I felt like I had to poop but when I went to the bathroom and took off my shorts there was suddenly drastically less pressure around my middle and I didn't need to poop... or at least I couldn't. There were three trips to the bathroom over the course of an evening where I really felt I had to poop but my body wasn't in any shape to do so once my stomach was free of its bonds. Something had to change. My belly yearns to be free, and I want my properly calibrated lower digestive tract back!
So I went and bought new clothes. Not a ton of them, but enough that I actually have things to put around my lower bits that don't mess up my body's internal sense of when it is full, at least. Doing so reminded me of why I hate shopping so much and why I always wear my clothes until they fall to off of my body into a pile of rags.
Apparently it is now normal to produce new pants that have a single hole the size of a quarter on one leg. I get the thing where pants are made with tons of rips and holes as a 'style' thing, even though I would never buy them, but I am totally flummoxed at who thought a singular hole was a design that would sell. That isn't 'style', it is just shoddy.
It almost tempts me to yell about teenagers these days... except I remember too well the things some of my contemporaries wore when I was young. Pretty sure nothing much has changed.