In the words of the great natural philosopher…

Suck it, Trebek!

243 and falling. I finished up the last cycle at 250, having gained three pounds of muscle from some extra workouts and activity.

And in a first, I started the current cycle at 250, after a weekend which did indeed involve bread, cheese, booze, more booze, CAKE! and even more walking and heavy lifting.

I can’t put off buying pants any longer. It galls me, but the above pair (and the 4 others just like it that I own) are actually somewhat painful to wear, since I need to wrap the belt tight to keep them from falling down around me.

Whine, whine, whine, I know. But it’s a happy whine, and the jeans I have will go to a friend. I’m buying a pair of 38s today (37s if I can find them at the big and tall store), and perhaps some drawspring pants. Not Sweats, for I have a bunch of those already. But nice, comfortable hakima-style trousers that I can keep wearing all summer.

And believe you me, if I find 36s that fit, I’m going to do a little happy dance.

One hole to go. And my 1996 belt (the one I had to drill to extra holes into) is pretty much in the same situation.

Udpate: Screw 38s. 3 36s are now mine!