Shopping is fun when you are buying pants 4 inches smaller than you are used to. I didn't over do it -- just two pairs of pants, because I am hoping these new clothes will be too big by christmas. For that to happen I need to cut my portions again. I have not lost weight in a week (or two) and I noticed that my portions are slowly creeping back up. This week I am going to work on that. I think part of the reason for the creep is my continuing fear of low blood sugar. I am finding that its much easier to be reactive to than proactive when it comes to controlling sugar so I am going to have to work on that too. While I was in the store today I was reminded of another good reason to loose weight. Most stores don't cary much, if anything, in my size. The two pairs of pants I bought were literally the only two pairs of pants in my sized in the store -- and yes I mean literally. At least they had something though. The next store I went to had exactly two shirts in my size and this is going to pull me off into a bit of a tear. One of the shirts was bright bubblegum pink with blue vertical stripes. First off the colors clashed and secondly why do they keep making vertical striped shirts in that size. Anyway, the other shirt was worse. It was grid design with clashing pink, orange and blue. And here is my rant -- why the **** do people designing clothes assume that heavy people don't want to wear nice looking clothes? I can't tell you how many times I see a nice shirt and then can't find it my size; or worse, I find the same style in an obnoxious pattern. "We make this in x-small, small, medium, large and circus." I tried to take a picture of this shirt and I guess the camera found it offensive and refused to store the image. It was seriously that bad. I know women deal with this all the time too. Why do clothes makers assume that women over 200 lbs want to dress like curtains or couch? I am grateful I found a plain white and a coral golf shirt on sale at Olympia and I am grateful that I also found jeans and cargo pants at T-max. I'm calling it a win, but it was still bitter sweet because there were cloths I liked much better that didn't come in my sized. Maybe I should thank the snooty assholes for giving me incentive, more likely I'll just find better brands where their tiny rags fit me. Thing is, that I'm not upset with Polo. They make nice clothes in my size. I'm upset with the buyer who pick the most god awful things imaginable when selecting plus sizes. So to recap, smaller portions, fuck the buyers for local stores and I am grateful to be dealing with first world problems. More pictures of food tomorrow. until then ...