In a recent conversation with my friend Joanie, I was bemoaning the fact that I’ve gained enough weight — and girth — so that I have maybe one pair of slacks that actually fit me.
She clued me into a concept, she says, that is familiar to most women: fat pants (or dress, skirt, etc.). Their use is obvious.
So off to Macy’s I went this morning for mine.
I’m an average size guy, about six feet tall and one hundred and something unmentionable pounds.
There was not a single pair of slacks with the desired waist size. Bigger and smaller, but not what I needed.
I guess it’s true about the U.S. obesity epidemic.
We are indeed what we eat.
