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Wallowing

My shorts don’t fit from last summer, so I went shopping for more this week only to find that what fits is not just one, but two sizes larger than what size I was wearing last summer. Granted, I think a lot of the smaller size shorts were already uncomfortable last summer, but I’m blazing new size trails and I don’t like it. I have been jogging or walking to cancel out the foods I love, but I need to do more. Sigh.

Oh and on top of that, this morning at age 28 I found my first real gray hair. It’s wiry and bright white and proceeds from my sideburn area. Eww. I’d like to think it’s the result from some intense period of stress, but usually if that turns your hair gray it’s all over or at least in a patch like Haley Joel Osment’s in The Sixth Sense (can you believe he’s 18 now?!). I don’t see dead people, and I don’t have a lot of stress in my life, so I’m not going to worry about it. But I will pluck it.