Wardrobe renewal

There comes a time every obese person dreads when they has to throw out everything they own and replace it with a bigger size. Some of us are smart and buy clothes which are slightly looser than necessary, so that you grow into them. Others, eternal optimists, buy clothes that just about fit or are in fact a little tight, hoping they will finally lose those extra inches with the threat of more impending clothes to throw away.
I swing wildly between these two extremes, hanging to a favourite pair of 34 inch jeans from college in the vain hope that I might wear it again someday; but also investing in branded apparel that sometimes fits me only when I’m holding everything in and refuysing to breathe.
Today I finally replace the "L" jockey briefs I had been (literally) clinging on to with more sensible XXL Van Heusen Y-fronts. Tried them on, they are the most comfortable I’ve been in weeks.
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Also, I now officially hate veggie burgers. And bird flu, which is keeping innocent people like me away from the chicken protein we deserve. Had to throw half of it away. The spicy fries were regular fries doused with chilli powder, the cheesy garlic bread was actually slightly smelly bread with something that looked like strands of very sticky white hair splashed on by a bored fast food attendant.