It's all relative....
Feb. 15th, 2014 09:11 amSo I'm wearing a nice old pair of jeans. Lands End. Size 46. They fit me like the proverbial glove. Not too tight, and certainly not loose. On top is a favorite old flannel shirt, deep maroon with contrasting gray on the inside of the cuffs and collar, a 3X tall (and no I'm not particularly tall, but I have long arms). There's an old tie-dye muscle shirt underneath, a 2x. Last September, none of these things were wearable.
Everything fits. I'm comfortable.
And I'm happy.
As I looked in the mirror earlier, making sure that everything fit and everything worked well together, I found myself thinking about 'earlier' me. The man who finished college and medical school at normal weight would look at this reality and be horrified. The me that existed just five months ago, would scarcely believe that this was possible.
Enough mental masturbation for one morning; I have way too much to do today. The recycling is in the trunk. I have a slow leak in the tire to get repaired. I need to head for the gym & then the hospital.
Everything fits. I'm comfortable.
And I'm happy.
As I looked in the mirror earlier, making sure that everything fit and everything worked well together, I found myself thinking about 'earlier' me. The man who finished college and medical school at normal weight would look at this reality and be horrified. The me that existed just five months ago, would scarcely believe that this was possible.
Enough mental masturbation for one morning; I have way too much to do today. The recycling is in the trunk. I have a slow leak in the tire to get repaired. I need to head for the gym & then the hospital.
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Date: 2014-02-16 12:07 am (UTC)