Here is a deeply annoying thing:

Over the last 18 months or so, despite such sidetracks as a three-month spell of near-total loss of fine motor control, and according to bariatric scales both at my personal trainer's and in the hospital last year, I've lost nearly 100 pounds...

... and all my clothes-size requirements are still exactly the same.

It's difficult for me to articulate how fantastically frustrating that is. I don't give a shit about my cardiovascular health, I just want to be able to get a new L.L. Bean Flying Tiger jacket, and they only come in 2XL and down. Goddammit!

Current Mood: are you sure that thing is on?