"I guess I have a lot of problems, so many that I don't have time to go into them all in detail. Suffice it to say I'm anal, obsessive, vain, quick to temper, overly introspective, lazy, judgmental, insecure, and self-righteous. Probably the most annoying thing about me is that I'm hugely opinionated. But I kind of make up for that by always being right."


Sunday, June 25, 2006

Day 20: 38-550-660-Hike!

One of the reasons I keep harping on the physical part of this project over the mental, or emotional part, is that it's quantifiable. I can measure it. For example, I own three different sizes of pants. I have some size 38 regular fit (550) jeans, some size 38 loose fit (660) jeans, and one pair of size 40s I bought a while back when I had to leave the house for some unavoidable reason and was too ashamed to be seen in public in some tattered sweats that actually had visible stink waves rising from them. (By the way, if you're thinking, "Why didn't he just wash them?" you're totally missing the point.)

It was when I couldn't even squeeze into these size 40s that I decided it was time to turn things around. At my worst, I was a full three inches away from being able to button them up. I couldn't even pull the 660s up over my hips. And the 550s - forget about it.

In time, though, I could - albeit just barely - button the 40s. Today these same pants fit fine. And this morning I tried on a pair of the 660s and they fit too! A little tight, but still. Not only do the 550s now seem within my grasp, I actually think it's possible - drum roll, please - that I might one day walk out of Mervyn's the proud owner of a pair of size 36 bluejeans.

And though it's true that my stomach will ooze out over the waistline of these skin-tight sausage casings the minute I put them on, I won't care. That's why God, in his infinite wisdom, invented baggy shirts.