My jeans shrunk in the wash...

Okay, maybe I grew or spread a bit over the year. Every National RWA conference its time to take stock of the professional clothing attire and ready myself to meet with my agent and editor, who will be attending the fete in ATLANTA. Yes, in July. 'nuff said.
So I realize all my pants (aka even the fat ones) are tight. Some very uncomfortably so. Ugh. When did this happen? Could it be sitting in front of a computer all day with deadline stress and being within an arm's length of various chocolate yummies contributed to my 'spread'? Nah, that's just crazy talk. But just in case, no more Dew and chocolate. More leafy green vegetables and walking around the neighborhood.
sniff, sniff.
Damn pants.


