A Change of Plans and Pants
I had intended on writing this long ranty post about how I failed to lose the five pounds I wanted to last month. Actually, I did write it and it’s saved onto my netbook and needs finishing (but not polishing, we only draft once around these parts). But, I’m not going to finish it.
Yesterday evening, I had to go out and buy a solid, dark-colored shirt for a work photo and when there I decided to replace a pair of blue jeans I have that never really fit right (stupid low-rise pants). On a whim, I tried on a pair of 36 waist pants. And the sons-a-bitches fit!
At my biggest, I was a 46 waist, moving toward 48 probably. So I’ve lost 10 inches. Hot damn! Take that, pants! Yeah! Oh, and the shirt I bought, it’s was a regular Large. Not extra large, but just straight motherfucking large, yo. I’m at a point where if I need clothes or pants, like say I blow out a seam while walking on Lake Superior, I can just go to the store and get them. Just like that. Fucking-a.
Screw that ranty, self-loathing post. It’s hooray for Bryan time. Hooray. That’s over with, so now I gotta work out.
