Being sick…

…it may make you lose weight, because you’re busy gacking every five minutes. But it’s really not the best fat burner, because what happens is as soon as you feel better, you eat like a horse, and any weight you lost comes back.

Yes, the pants that were hanging off me a week ago are now fitting perfectly again. But hey, at least I haven’t put on any additional weight, to make them NOT fit.  It seems that my body is meant to weigh a certain amount, and it never goes over that.

It’s all fine with me, though.  Sometimes it is nice to have consistency.  Now I can mail-order size 22 jeans from L.L. Bean, and know that they will fit me.  It doesn’t matter how much I eat, I never get bigger than a size 22.  I hate going to stores for any form of clothing or shoe-shopping, so it’s nice that some companies make the same stuff in the same size and style, forever and ever and ever.

Yeah, I wear size 22 jeans.  So bust me!  At least I am big enough where, if you annoy me, I can stick my size 11W foot up your posterior, and you’ll be hurt a lot more than I will!

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