My ongoing battle with anemia has me taking iron meds again and with that, an increased appetite at a time when food outlets are far away from my office building.

With the increased appetite, one would say that having the fast food and convenient stores at a slight distance would be helpful in pushing me to get the exercise I've been swearing to do. But the thought of walking to them under the punishing afternoon sun at that distance is insanity in itself. But I do need exercise. I may not have a weight problem but my vanity fluctuates and right now I don't want a repeat of that incident when a sales lady told another sales lady that a baby tee I was trying on would not fit me because of my big belly. A statement she said while I was still in front of her. B#tch!

But whether or not my vanity is currently telling me that I should stop looking like a slob or to not mind that I am one, I am having problems with my belly. A bigger belly results to tighter pants. Tighter pants results to a squeezed belly. Squeezed belly results to me getting gassy and getting sick. My usual resolution to this problem is to buy new pants. But that endeavor has always been difficult because of my belly and with me being short. Also with me becoming poor since my employer, Accepting Torture, is such a cheapskate, shopping for new pants and have that not fit in a couple of months is a hard investment to make.

My temporary solution right now is to follow the new Levi's 501 slogan: Live unbuttoned. Hopefully my pants don't fall down while I am walking.

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