One of the biggest — and most expensive — consequences of losing all this weight on the South Beach Diet was that I needed new pants and belts. I have dropped from a 34”-35” waist to a 31”-32”. I literally had nothing to wear for the holidays. So, I spent a good deal of time shopping for myself at Christmastime. They say it’s better to give than to receive; but when you’re both giving and receiving, that’s the best of all!
One day, I was at a store with Amy and Ray. My search for trousers had turned up empty, so I was in the kids’ section looking for stuff for the little guy when I overheard a woman and her young son discussing his size. She told the chubby young fellow that he needed a “10 H.”
A shiver went down my spine as my mind raced back 25 years to the first time I learned what the dreaded “H” stood for in boys’ pants.







Last night marked the end of Phase 1, and Amy and I marked the occassion with a glass of wine — our first alcohol in two weeks. Either we’ve lost whatever palate we had, or the wine was awful. Either way, we ended up only drinking half a cup each.