Feature: In Defence Of Trackpants
I - like many - am guilty of mentally slapping my own hand away during Easter, when reaching for another Cadbury Creme Egg or warm hot cross bun slathered with luscious butter. We've all implored friends to not let us eat anything more - ever - after a rather indulgent dinner or wine + cheese gathering. But maybe it doesn't have to be this way?
Walking through my local Woolworths recently I spotted a bag of Red Tulip mini eggs - my number one in the Easter treats game - for half price. Half price, for one kilo of my absolute 100% definitely best ever favourites. How could I say no? Because I know myself, and myself will keep going back for 2-3 eggs at a time over the course of a day and then by 9pm realise than I've eaten 20, fall into a state of food depression, swear off chocolate for good and promise myself that I'm going to the gym every day for the next week as repentance.
So I soldiered on, down past my beloved, to the boring but semi-nutritious museli bar section to get my snack fix. On my return home though, I severely regretted my decision - oh, to have a hit of that sweet, sweet Red Tulip goodness right now, while I watch My Kitchen Rules and pretend I can cook better. And considering the cold weather is impending and I'm going to be layering on all the clothes in just a few months anyway, will those extra calories even matter?
And I'm not here to condone eating yourself into a chocolate/hot cross bun coma (nor to discourage - I mean, what else are long weekends for if not Netflix and not leaving your bed), but I'm just saying, y'know, treat yoself. This long weekend, bask in the deliciousness that comes with Easter - with or without the company of your friends and family. And do it in comfort, because goddamn do you deserve it.
So this is what I call my ode to jersey jumpers + trackpants, to grey marle everything, to easy sneakers and ultra comfy tees you can spend a straight 48 hours in. These babies - with their lush roominess and forgiving waistbands - don't judge you for a fourth egg, the extra serving of roast at fam lunch, or the fact that just two hours ago that three pack of hot cross was a six pack. They stick around in the good times and bad, providing comfort and support - and haven't you heard, they're trending now too.
Words: Lucy Ahern