While others work out and diet for the conventional aesthetical reasons, I really am running out of pants that struggle to contain me.

The reversal of hand-me-downs was almost embarrassing with my handing over black pants that once fitted me to my shrinking and trim-again dad.

Barely able to zip it up halfway while I sucked in and held my breath, I wondered how Victorian women felt while lacing up corsets.

Two options now: Exercise or invest in new pants.

Think I'll stick to the latter.