How much do clothes weigh anyway?

It's been a very long day. There is a preconceived notion that no reasonable company would plan an audit the day after a three day weekend. Except the one that I work for. We decided to forgo the three day weekend. I was grateful. There was talk of forgoing the two day weekend - I'll count my blessings. I have heard that stress causes weight loss in many people. I was excited as I got home and looked at the scale. Surely my hard work today would be rewarded in some incredible weight loss. My pants felt loose. OK, I was sitting at a computer most of the day and my large caboose does tend to stretch my pants out a little, but work with me here. Did I mention that it was a very long day? I'll try to forget that I also ate, not a six inch, but a full foot long sub today. Now, before you judge me too harshly, it was over the course of several hours, but it was 12 full inches of lunch meat and bread all the same.

So, with all of these considerations, I gingerly stepped on the scale. Argh...no weight loss. This couldn't be. It must be my clothes. Obviously. I think jeans must weigh....what...five pounds? That fair. OK - I'm down some then. As long as I plan to weigh in at Weight Watchers on Sunday in my underwear, all will be well.

So...I'm left without my normal stress relieving devices. I did have one small glass of alcohol but that's where it stops. Alcohol can add up to your total daily allowance for food if your not careful. Since I already spent that on bread, cheese and meat, I don't have any left to spare. Chocolate is tempting but unlikely since I have to hit the scale in two days. So...I'm down to my last calming vice that I enjoy but most likely drives my family crazy. It would be singing at the top of my lungs in my room with the door closed. Oops - better grab that window too....sorry neighbors! To make it even more torturous for anyone listening, I usually only sing country. It just doesn't get better than that. I noticed that my son left a few minutes ago...running. Most likely holding his ears. But me? The picture of calm now. My vocal chords are spent. My pants are loose. I have tomorrow off for the most part and the cat has been locked outside. Life is good.

Enjoy your fourth. I will sit in sweet denial that Monday will ever come and will hang onto my heavy pants theory until proven otherwise. Which will most likely be on Sunday. Feel free to drive by and listen to the concert. It will probabley begin soon after weigh in.