I got a bit of a reminder that I am fat this morning while I was laying on my back in bed. I realized that my belly seemed flatter and wasn't sticking up as high as it had been. I commented to my wife that maybe I have lost some weight. She laughed and explained that I am simply sinking further into the mattress probably having gained weight over the holidays. I should have known that. For the past several weeks, I have been checking the size of pants that I am selecting from the hangers to make sure that I am picking the 48-inch waist pants instead of the 46-inch waist pants (they all have the expandable waistband to allow me the fantasy that I am not rounder than 50 inches). I actually started thinking that maybe it is time to order some 50s, but my wife would kill me. She already tries to limit my intake and won't let me have any ice cream if I haven't finished my cake.
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