This may not mean much to you, Dear Reader, since you have no real point of reference, but I'm down another belt hole on my belt, which means another inch off my waist. I have one belt hole left, and then I'll have to punch more holes into the belt's leather. My belt already circles one-and-a-half times around my body; looping it around me is a ridiculous act, but it's a perfectly good belt, so I'm not throwing it away. I have to use a binder clip, though, to keep the belt in place; otherwise, it unwinds when I'm walking and droops rather humorously out from under my shirt (and as you know, I wear long, untucked shirts, so the dangling part of the belt must be pretty long to appear out from under that).
I'm still not at a stage where I can say I have no more love handles; that's going to happen another thirty pounds down the line, I suspect.
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