Weighty Indecision

I’m gaining some weight around my waist, making my pants a little tighter than they used to be. I went to a gym yesterday, a new one just down the street from where I live. I walked in, and chatted with the receptionist, asking her what services the gym offers. We talked about the pricing guide, and she showed me a chart with white numbers on a red background. I took a business card and left because I had laundry waiting.

Today, I went looking for a pair of pants at a store not too far away from me. I browsed through the racks, before trying on a couple of pairs. In the fitting room, I took off the pants I wore to the store, and put the first pair on before taking them off and putting the second pair on. I returned both pairs to the lady standing guard at the entrance to the fitting room, along with the orange tag labeled “2”.

When I got back from the clothing store, I decided that I was too lazy to cook, so I walked down the street to a cluster of fast food joints around the corner from where I live. I stood outside the Thai place but didn’t see anything I liked on the menu. I walked a couple of doors down, and considered if there is anything that I like at Tim Hortons. I continued walking, past a guy whose request for spare change I denied, toward the Subway. The promotion they were running was only for a 6 inch sub, and that’s not really enough. Across the street from the Subway is a Pizza Pizza. Once the traffic had died down, I crossed the street and bought a burger at a new place, next door to Pizza Pizza, called Fat Phil’s.


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