Many moons ago I vowed never to wear track pants outside of the house unless, of course, I was in fact running or working out. The year leading up to being diagnosed I was a hard core workaholic artist. Everything I owned was covered in paint. When I was wisked off to the Vancouver hospital I had nothing but a coat, pjs and studio shoes, all covered in paint.
When I was released from the hospital I had to wear guys hospital shorts. My body size and shape had changed so I bought two pairs of $15 track pants. Long story-short, I still have them and that's all I have to wear! Save me from the God forsaken track pants!
Considering I'm not able to work yet, my dream isn't likely to come true...but I can dream.