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When preparing to get to town, deciding what to wear, I saw a stack of jeans. Wasn't sure what size any of them was. Picked the solid denim colored ones. Wranglers. Looked new. Dug around for the size a while, before seeing the size tag.
I doubted it would fit, but you never know. I'm still a fatboi. Don't doubt it. I am 6'5" and change, at 234, but yes, still have a belly. Getting that last fifteen to thirty pounds off is proving impossible. Still, having the first eighty five to one hundred fifteen pounds off is a good start. Even if that is it.
A shower. Teeth brushed. Then to it. In them I went. But would they button? Buttoned, zipped, but comfortable enough? A few breathes, bending to put on shoes from the standing position. Seemed okay. Actually, possibly, a size smaller might fit? Just maybe.
I wore size 36 jeans for the first time in... thirty five years or more. Possibly into 34s, if it has ball room (seriously, that is a feature with some jeans and cargo pants). I may have to see if there is a store around that carries 34s to try them. And, no, they aren't stretch jeans. Just... typical, old-school, denim, hardform, jeans. Zero stretch or else. Like wearing cotton sandpaper.
Damn. That is nice. Still miles to go before I can sleep? Ten to twelve sizes down from when I first moved here.
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