I am so waisted…

I went to the dryclean­ers to pick up my only suit, which I bought in 1995 in antic­i­pa­tion of Matt and Mal­lo­ry Diedrich’s wed­ding. The suit did­n’t quite fit then; the jack­et was fine, but the pants need­ed to be let out as far as they could be to accom­mo­date my waist. Even then the pants were tight around my waist. The tai­lor who made the alter­ations tried to con­vince me to take the suit back and get a dif­fer­ent one, but I knew that I could­n’t get every­thing done and have the suit ready in time for the wed­ding, so I had him make the alter­ations despite his protestations.

Since then, I put on more weight. I’m not cer­tain how much, but maybe twen­ty pounds. The times I’ve put the suit on I’ve been fright­ened that I might tear some­thing. It was on the edge in 1995; 1999 and 2000 I should­n’t have worn that suit.

So I had it drycleaned and brought it home today. I tried it on: bag­gy, bag­gy, bag­gy. I’m going to have to have it altered just to keep my pants from falling down.

Very grat­i­fy­ing! I’ll have to keep my exer­cise reg­i­men up. I real­ly like hav­ing my body this way.

I real­ly real­ly like it. =^)