Ten years ago, more than that, actually, 1992 to be exact, I started gaining weight. I watched myself grow from a comfortable but large 42" waist, slowly at first, a pants size a year for the first three or four years it would seem looking back to God only knows what at my largest. I had to buy a pair of dress slacks last spring for Public Speaking. I measured in at a 60" waist. That's insane. By the end of the spring semester my dress slacks were getting tight. They had these nifty little elastic widgets that allowed for, I'm guessing here, a couple of inches of give. Smart folks who tailored those pants. Not only could you get fatter after buying them but also I'm sure they'd double as the main sail on a Pirate ship. I decided it was time for a change. A drastic permanent change. In late May I decided to change the way I think about and eat food. I started in earnest on this change of life in June 2005. Over the course of the last seven months I've seen the reversal of the last 14 years. Amazing. In the last seven months I've gone from a 60+-inch waist down to one size over what I was when I graduated high school in May of 1992. I bought three pairs of jeans this weekend size 44x32. I'm in complete awe of what I've done in less than a year. By the time June rolls back around I should be well below where I was 14 years ago. If I only lose half of what I've already lost that would put me into at least a 32" waist. I can't even imagine what I would look like at that size but I know I can find out. The question is, should I? I'll give it some more thought later this morning when I'm in the gym.