Pants don't lie

This morning I tried on a pair of pants I hadn't worn in awhile.

I could just get them up over my hips.

zipper and button....didn't even think about trying.

Ouch.

I can justify it by reminding myself that I bought them when I was super skinny, due to poor eating and running around a hockey rink sized restaurant for work.

But that doesn't make me feel any better.

I still don't eat very well. I dislike cooking for one, have been know to eat peanut butter dipped in chocolate chips for dinner (what? everybody doesn't do that?).

Delicious...yes.

Healthy...um...no.

And now instead of run pitchers of beer for my dollars I sit and read papers, or if I'm feeling frisky, I stand while doing lab work.

I was never one to track the numbers on a scale, I in fact don't even own one!

But the pants don't lie. Clearly I've been sitting on my (now fat) ass for far too long.

Bikini season is comming. Must get prepared.

Yikes.