Not Your Daughters Jeans
==> Arrgh humph 50 yrs ago. (Shhhh!) <==
I have a mental image of sliding into rough, scratchy denim then zip and go and loving it.
Of course back then the metal button didn’t take my breath away when I closed it nor leave a purple bruise on my belly as it does today. Okay, I admit I’ve gained a few pounds in 40 years.
For most of my life I’ve been thin as a bean pole, my granny use to say. Tall and lanky, they called it back then. I wore jeans through my 30’s, 40’s and even 50’s.
Then COPD came along. After hospitalizations and loss of air capacity, I exercise now less than I did as a toddler. Exercise sucks the air right out of me now and I’m doing good if I walk a mile on the treadmill everyday.
Exercise evaporates fat! I’m not kidding. No exercise means the belly you never had unless you were pregnant is now looking like you’re 6 months PG when you’re 65.
Oh yea, no blue jeans for me, I’m thinking. Then, my adult daughter told me about…Not your daughter’s Jeans. Even with a belly, you would not believe how comfy these jeans really are.