I Really Need to Gain Some Weight
I already know this is true because people tell me so quite often. Either that or they curse me for being skinny. But today I found conclusive proof of my crippling weight deficiency.
You see, my watch band broke a couple days ago. I’d already replaced the band once, and the watch was looking pretty beaten up and old, so I figured it was time to break down and buy a new watch. I decided to try a metal band—plastic ones always break, fabric ones soak up your sweat and start to smell like old socks, and leather’s usually too expensive or too dressy.
So I picked out one I liked and headed home to adust the band. I popped out the pin and moved the clip over several spaces. Hmm. Still too loose. I moved it a couple more. And a couple more. The band is at tight as it goes, and yet it still rattles around on my skeletal wrist and slides almost halfway down to my elbow if I raise my arm. Sure, it’s nice to not have to worry about my weight, but it’s also nice to be able to buy things that fit.
*sigh* Maybe I’ll just get a children’s watch and hope nobody notices.