I wore The Pants today. Size 13, low-rider jeans. There's a lot of spandex involved and definite pressure on the sciatic nerve, but I was able to zip them up, go to brunch, sit down and eat.
Then the crazy set in. This was my normal, once-a-week, "budgeted" splurge brunch at Chow, and I'd already been to the gym to do weights/core-work/AND treadmill.
BUT after brunch, I decided I had to compensate for the extra calories and went for an hour bike ride before the shopping. I'm trying to avoid that kind of thinking. I don't think I'm on the verge of exercise anorexia just yet, but it's a bad habit to get into.