Girth

I guess I'm lucky in that my work uniform consists of scrubs. No stress on what to wear, no stress on how to clean, no stress that someone will show up with the identical shirt/tie/pant combo because we're all expected to wear the exact same thing. Just as if we lived in China circa Mao Tse Tung.

However, the problem with wearing scrubs 90% of the time is that you have no idea what's going on with your waistline. All of the scrubs have a drawstring waist, and since they are infinitely adjustable, you have no clue that your waistline is slowly expanding... until you try to put on a regular pair of pants. Then all of a sudden, you're left pondering "Why won't my pants button anymore?" as you try to get ready for your formal dinner date.

Last week I became a victim of such a fate, and was left feeling quite fat. And being proven that I was fat by the sheer cold fact that my pants had absolutely no interest in getting buttoned.

So I've started on a weight loss program. It's fun to say that my weight loss plan is doctor approved (since I came up with it) but it really has no basis on any science other than the simple logical fact that the calories expended must be greater than the calories consumed. Basically, I'm going to increase my activity level. As my dad says, "Eat. Nap. Fat."