Tea (and me).

It is 6:30pm. Normally, I would be drinking a beer and pondering what to make for dinner. Right now, I'm sitting with a cup of tea (and still pondering dinner, although it's partially made).

Yes, I've given up beer.

Now, before the world stops spinning, I will add that this is not a permanent thing -- I may, in fact, drink beer at one of the Halloween parties this Friday. But after a rather horrible Monday morning, beer drinking has moved far, far down on my list of "things to do."

Hangover? Nope. My last hangover was after last Halloween, I think.

Monday morning I was heading out to a department meeting. Since I've not been teaching much this semester - and since my class is pretty laid-back - I haven't been going for the "dressy" look. Monday morning, I realized that none of my business-y clothes (including the new suit I bought not long ago) fit me.

There were tears. There was much general cursing. There was also a frantic search to find something to wear, as I couldn't just skip the meeting.

Me talking this much about weight - as much as I've been for the last year, I mean, not just this post - is so not me. I mean, I guess it's the post-smoker me, or the post-Zoloft me, or something, but it's not something I like or want to continue. I don't own a scale and don't want to buy one. I do own a tape measure, but I don't really know what those numbers mean, for my body.

I do know enough to know that going from a 36B to a 40C involves either a lot of fat or some saline. I also know, now, why my new bras aren't entirely comfy (that whole "40" bit is something I just found out tonight, although I figured out the C part without much difficulty).