My jeans have that nice roomy feel as of late, making it easy to convince myself that I’ve dropped a couple pounds. It must be from all that walking!
The truth is more disgusting. I haven’t done laundry since I’ve been here. So that “roomy” feeling is really just distressed, stretched out denim begging for a turn in the washing machine.
(In my defense, I tried to do laundry last night but the hotel’s machines were broken, and they're getting fixed on Monday. Fresh jeans are just around the corner.)