Form One Lane

obliquely slimming

So every month I have about a hundred bucks to spend on discretionary crap. If I try to save it I find I fritter it away on tiny little things I won't remember (like an extra cup of coffee here, a sneaky chocolate bar there), so I've fallen into a pattern of "buy something big at the start of the month, regret it at the end". Basically I have enough money in my monthly budget to drink alcohol or buy books / CDs / other crap. When I try to do both in the same month (or one as the result of the other), my month-end is spent eating rice and trying not to move around very much.

So, yeah. I think they're pretty sweet t-shirts, and they have one virtue over my usual ill-advised Internet purchases: they're size "L". I don't think I've ever worn a large-sized t-shirt; right around puberty I went from being a tiny skinny kid who swam in "XS" to someone who needed his own pew in Mass.

I once thought that the end result of all my weight-loss labours would be a big label marked "L"; I warned myself that, being stocky and broad-shouldered, I could never expect to be skinny, and would have to make do with the lot of stocky and broad-shouldered men everywhere. However, I'm wearing one of those Large shirts now, and while it's a little too tight to be risked in public as yet, it does promise a future where one day even it will be too big for me. So this evening's trip to the post office has granted me two goals: fit into a Large t-shirt by my twenty-fifth birthday; and one day wear, with a little pride and a lot of self-satisfied smirking, a Medium Threadless tee. I'd better get back to ye olde gym.