I gotta stop eating junk food

It's been a while since I posted something. I've been busy driving and eating junk food.

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My ever-expanding waistline is asking for help. My trousers and jeans wont fit me anymore! I've gone from 29 to 34 waistline and it really doesn't look good. I'd be walking down the street and I would see my reflection in the glass windows and notice my protruding bulge. My beer belly. The love-handle. Call it whatever you want but I gotta do something about this.
It wasn't that long ago that it was very difficult for me to find good pairs of pants. It's not that there aren't any, it's just that they don't make them in size 29 or 30. Well they do, but stores would only usually get a pair or two in those sizes. The bulk of their merchandise is in sizes 34 and 36. I should know because I used to work in men's retail.
That's why whenever our store will get the new season's line, I'd buy those size 29 pants right away. Even with suits. I'd get those 36-regulars, and with a 7-inch drop cut, it came perfectly with size 29 trousers. Now all those suits and pants are a thing of the past.
The last year or two, my explosion began. It happened gradually. And I was actually very happy to gain some weight and move up to size 32. I also started wearing size 38-39 suits. I felt that that was perfect for my body size. But within the last two months, shopping for clothes has been a great ordeal. And now I've stopped shopping because I do not want to buy size 34 pants. I keep telling myself that I'm going to get back to my old 32-inch waistline. Well, we'll see. I need new pants soon and I'll let you know what size I bought.

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My belly is full of junk food. Well, you can't really blame me...I'm single! That's what a single person's diet consists of. Burgers. Fries. Donuts. Hotdogs. Greasy Chinese take-outs. Okay, maybe that's a lame excuse. I guess you can be single with a healthy diet. That's what I intend to do. Except that this morning I already started on the wrong foot.
It's 9:40 am and I'm at work, and on my way here, I stopped to fill up for gas, and got my morning coffee. But I also got 2 corndogs for 99cents. And I think I'm paying for it now. I don't feel so well. And I have to drive down to LA again later. Who has corndogs for breakfast anyway?

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Last night, I was thinking of what to have for dinner. Cooking was out of the question since I was sooo tired. I don't want another Chinese take-out because that's what I have been having the last few nights. So I started rubbing my tummy and I immediately felt bad about myself. (I'm telling you my self-image is staring to slide down so fast I'm going to need Dr. Phil's help soon) So I settled for a salad from Wendy's. I know that's still fastfood but under the circumstances, that's the best I can do. People who know me know that I'm not a good person when I'm hungry. I can be a monster. So I figured I'd get something real quick to go. The salad actually was not that bad. It's not as good as Kay's homemade salad but hey, I'll be happy just to minimize my burger intake. Now if only I can start doing those sit-ups...