Bad pants

Tonight I finally got sick of trying on pants that don't fit anymore. I've gained some weight lately because of my migraine medication and not being able to exercise due to the hip issue. After getting very frustrated and almost crawling into bed instead of going out, I folded up all the pairs of pants (and two dresses) that don't fit. I hid them in the closet in the spare room. It's not that I particularly mind my larger size; it's the annoyance of planning to wear something then not being able to. Maybe in a month I'll get them out and try them on again. If they still don't fit after a month of reduced medication and increasing exercise, I might scream. Then I'll go shopping.