A Waist Is A Terrible Thing To Mind
Greetings fellow shape-shifters,
Just thought I'd toos this out and see if some you haven't had similar experiences.
You may remember the nifty slogan of a philanthropic organization geared toward raising money to send financially strapped students to college. It went like this: "A mind is terrible thing to waste."
As a "jolly fat man," I had my own slogan: "A waist is a terrible thing to mind." 
I was reminded of this a few days ago when I was shopping for transition slacks. I've shrunk from a 60 imch "waist" to either a 48 or 46 inch "waist." I say "waist" in quote marks because, to borrow from Emerson, I "contain multitudes"--of waists. I have a standing straight waist, a standing normally waist, a sitting upright waist, a reclining waist, and waists yet undiscovered. Then, too, part of what used to be my manly chest, gradually sunk into one of my "waists" as I yo-yo-ed along the weight gain trail.
Pants that fit comfortably when I stand, are sometimes too snug when sit--as my, er, uh, . . . "bulk" shifts up or down. Pants that are comfy sitting, slip down when I stand up 
or bunch up as I continually tighten and loosen my magic belt-of-a-thousand holes.
On the positive side, I've lost at least a foot of "waist" and the aerobic effect of shifting slacks around every time I move.
Doug 
I was reminded of this a few days ago when I was shopping for transition slacks. I've shrunk from a 60 imch "waist" to either a 48 or 46 inch "waist." I say "waist" in quote marks because, to borrow from Emerson, I "contain multitudes"--of waists. I have a standing straight waist, a standing normally waist, a sitting upright waist, a reclining waist, and waists yet undiscovered. Then, too, part of what used to be my manly chest, gradually sunk into one of my "waists" as I yo-yo-ed along the weight gain trail.
Pants that fit comfortably when I stand, are sometimes too snug when sit--as my, er, uh, . . . "bulk" shifts up or down. Pants that are comfy sitting, slip down when I stand up or bunch up as I continually tighten and loosen my magic belt-of-a-thousand holes.
On the positive side, I've lost at least a foot of "waist" and the aerobic effect of shifting slacks around every time I move.
Doug 
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on 3/2/07 4:09 am - Houston, TX
on 3/2/07 4:09 am - Houston, TX
Hey Ken How's it hanging.....
on top of pants....underwear.....they can grab you or leave you being commando, at a moments notice.....
but now i'm singing to old song, that y'all are too young to remember..."teenage Waist Land".....i'm now below the pants size I had in the 7th grade....
tell you the truth...probably 6th grade
Russ
that is awesome russ! I had a pair of green parachute pants in 7th grade. They were a size 34. They were the biggest that we could find. I POURED myself in them so that I could look like the other kids and when I see the pictures from that era the shock and embarassment cannot be described! I'm 36 and I LOVE that song, by the way!
Sound like a FART. Congrats from your biggest fans!!
Doug, Usually Men’s "Fashion" choices are limited to- "Dress to the Right? Or Left?" But for ‘us,’ there’s also the Panni ‘In’ the Pants/below the Belt? Or- Belt beneath and Lapping over (beer-gut-style) Once the body starts ‘deflating’ that can be an ever-shifting proposition. Even stranger- Post-Plastic Surgery / Panniculectomy? I’m wearing "my waist" in an all new territory. To horribly mis-quote / paraphrase/ butcher Gertrude Stein -
"There was no ‘There,’ There before!" Get used to ‘adjusting.’ It’s a bit like surfing for quite awhile! Just "Go with the Flow!" Best Wishes- Dx
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