I have a confession to make: for several months, I have been wearing pants that were too small for me.  What with the recent rise in popularity of skinny jeans, I have been able to get away with this for some time, despite some degree of discomfort.  I guess it’s largely due to denial: hey, if I can still squeeze into a size 34, then I must be a 34, right?

Wrong.  With the Bay Days sale coinciding with a promotion at work, it was time to purchase some properly fitting trousers.  When it comes to jeans, I can still wear a 38, but when trying on dress pants, I found that I had to go up to the next size.  That’s right, the dreaded 4-0.  They don’t make ‘em much bigger unless you go to a Big and Tall store–or Rob Ford’s tailor.  (For the record, the mayor of this city still has about 100 pounds on me, as long as he keeps eating at KFC.)

That said, I suppose that trying on new pants after going on a weekend junk food and 10-dollar beer binge wasn’t the best idea.  After a couple days of light exercise (walking counts as exercise, right?), it seems I need to tighten my belt to the furthest loop to avoid the ire of General Larry Platt.  Which doesn’t necessarily mean that I need smaller pants, mind you, just a bigger belt.

Oh well, I suppose I’ll grow back into them soon enough, especially if I stay on the Double Down diet.  Not to mention that I’ll be a lotta drinking this weekend in the Steel City.  More on that later…