One of the most common traits of just about any personal 'blog is that nobody cares about 90% of the crap that gets posted. People may enjoy reading for the humor, or for the drama, but the actual content is actually unimportant to almost everyone except the actual 'blogger.
This entry is an example of something nobody cares about. Except me.
Yesterday I dug out an old pair of shorts, shorts with a 32-inch waistband.
I haven't been able to wear 32s in years. I've been wearing 34s and even some 35s.
But now, because of all this weight that's been mysteriously disappearing, I can wear 32s again. They actually fit, which is a lot more that I can say for the shorts I had been wearing. They kept threatening to fall right off my skinny ass.
I'd been looking like one of those damn kids I see all over, with my pants halfway down my ass. Hey, maybe all those kids haven't been showing stupid fashion sense after all! Maybe they all just lost a lot of weight!
So the good news for me (and for the ladies) is that I'm not a lardo anymore.
The bad news for me is that I only own one pair of pants that fit me. I threw all my other 32-inch pants away years ago. Then my sister dug them all out of the trash and put them in the garage for the mice to build condos in, but that's another story.
So now I've either got to go do some clothes shopping, or just start eating ice cream and cheetos again.