adventures with drooping shorts
i've said it before, and i'll say it again: one of the casualties of weight loss is your old cloths. while i've managed to cope rather well the increasing gap between the my old shirts and pants, i came across an interesting issue the other day. whilst walking through town, i noticed a slightly irritating tug at my waist. it wasn't really a tug, but more of a scratchy rubbing feeling. the more i walked, the more i noticed it. finally, it dawned on me what was happening. my trousers were well secure on my hips with my belt. however, my boxers had come loose... having escaped from the savage hold of my belt, the thin peice of fabric had decided to make a break for it down my legs. it was an interesting sensation, knowing that my shorts were falling down, but also knowing that there was no way they would fully drop to the ground. it was interestingly exposing. i entered a store and quickly purchaced tighter fitting shorts, and have done away with the old. soon, i hope to have completely replaced my old wardrobe, so that little escape attempts like this no longer occure.