This morning in my groggy state I rolled out of bed in the dark and- as per my usual routine- attempted to get dressed for work without turning on any lights (sleeping nerd).

Socks on, pants on, Shitstomper boots on. And then I’m standing there in a haze fumbling with my belt. And fumbling with my belt. What the heck??? Why won’t this thing fasten? What the heck is wrong with my belt?

Ahh, screw it. It’s 4am and I need to be at work in half an hour, so I don’t have time to be standing here messing around with this- grab my lunchbox and out the door I go.

Get to work and we have a call right away, so we quickly stock the rig and rush off. After the call (and after coffee) I am in Starbucks and go to pee. AGAIN- what the heck is wrong with my belt? Seriously, why wont this thing work? Agggh. I fumble clumsily for a minute trying to make it fasten and finally look down in frustration to figure it out.

What I discovered- apparently, I have lost so much weight that I have run out of holes in the belt. I can’t tighten it any more! So every time I’ve been trying to put it on it just slides and no holes to close it. I’m going to have to take the drill out tomorrow and drill some new holes in that sucker. (No, I am NOT going to buy a new belt because that thing was like $50. It’s this crazy industrial woven leather cop-type belt that you can hang a lot of junk off of.)

Little surprises like this are a very fun part of shedding weight!