A long time ago, my sister Jean got me a pair of brightly colored “weight lifter” pants. They were drawstring pants that, to me at least, looked like pajamas. But, because they were weight lifter pants, she said it was acceptable to wear them in public. Ever since then, I have kept a pair of those pants around because I found them to be quite comfortable no matter the state of my expanding or retracting waistline. I put them when I got up on Saturday because I knew I would be stuck at my computer all day writing code for work. I really do mind that at all–the problem on which I am working is very interesting and I love to write code. Still, on days like this, my family has to suffer through incoherent conversation. I get so engrossed that I pretty much zone out and am unavailable for anything other than a grunt of acknowledgment every now and then.
I got NO exercise all weekend long. It was made the worse (or the better depending on one’s point of view) by our visit to Red Robin for a Whiskey River Burger with the Stepps and the Gilmores after meeting yesterday. Lorena and I split the burger, but they have that “bottomless” french fry thing, so, even though it was a very good weekend for programming, it was a very bad weekend weight-wise. It really is a good thing I have taken to wearing weight lifter pants.