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The Good with the Bad

In my efforts to stay in shape, I've ended up working out my lower body a lot more than I expected. I don't know how many squats, lunges, and runs I've done/gone on in the last year, but whatever the number is, it's a lot higher than I ever figured it'd be.

It's not exactly glamorous, but as a friend once commented, "in just about any sport you can name, you tend to need your legs more than your upper body." So it's not exactly like I'm disappointed about it. In fact, it's been helpful a bunch of times before: when I was hiking Half Dome, when I ran a half-marathon, and heck, even for playing with little kids.

You know when it's not helpful? When I finally get around to shopping, and I realize that skinny jeans are in style. I've never quite been a fan of the style to begin with, but I never quite realized how much it has pervaded the culture. I've worn the same waist size for a while now, and I know that I haven't suddenly put on inches, so I went right for my usual size. And lo and behold, the pants weren't comfortable. They fit, but let's just say I wouldn't want to keep them on for extended periods of time.

So I figured I'd get the loose fit version of jeans, and that'd solve my problems. Nope, "loose" these days doesn't quite mean what I remember it meaning. I went through this exercise a few times before I started grumbling about the pansification (n. the process of making a pansy out of) of men's clothing. And on a completely unrelated note, a friend of mine recently introduced me to a country song I like: I'm Still a Guy.

In the end, I finally had to get a pair of pants with a larger waist size to solve my dilemma. Funnily enough, it took me a little while to even consider this plan. I mean, my waist size is what it is, the pants were made for that size, so it should've been a no-brainer. I suspect that a girl in the same situation would've solved the problem far quicker (something about our brains working differently), but I'm okay with that. I was still done shopping pretty quickly, so it all worked out.

Still, I hope this fad goes away. Quickly.

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