Earlier this month I noticed my shirts had shrunk in the wash. Reality began to set in after the third button popped off my britches. I thought I had made it clear to my belly that we wouldn’t “hang out” until after the knot was tied. It seems he jumped the gun a bit. Weight: 175 lbs. Waist: 38″. You may know 38″ from the tags that hang from all the large garments in the stores. Ouch. I am certain I can loose the muffin top in a few months. As fortune would have it, the local YMCA just completed their renovations. The stiff limbs and dietary restraint aren’t nearly as painful as shopping for a few large outfits to wear until I can cope with my stalled metabolism.

