The Yin & Yang of the Belt

You would think mornings like this, when I have to take in another notch on the belt that's keeping my pants from falling down around my ankles, would be a time for celebration,

but anymore that celebration is tempered by experience. Painful experience that's taught me that no matter how much I resist, no matter how stubbornly I try to hang onto that hard-gained notch at the expense of restricted breathing and an angry red welt by the end of the day, I'm going to have to give it up again at some point in the next couple months. I'm going to have to deal with the disappointment of settling back into to my normal, for-God's-sake-stay-off-the-scale!, notch again.

The laws of physics dictate that the Universe demands balance in all things; that for every Yin there is a Yang. And through repeated lessons I've learned that for every notch taken up, every Yin gained, Yang (That bastard!) will soon demand equilibrium and my transverse girth will eventually return to it's natural state.

I'm especially cautious this time since we've just been through over a month of holidays, holiday food binging and cold, wet, grey-skied weather (Definitely not normal around here!) that has put a crimp in the camping, hiking and other fat burning activities. Which leaves me wondering if having to take up that notch this morning has more to do with increased downward force from a  dun-loping belly combined with old man flat-ass and little to do with loosing any actual ballast.

So any celebrations are currently on hold. . .