One of the worst things about losing weight is being forced to walk around helplessly as your pants slip off of your butt and then angrily yanking them up again. Remember the "skinny" pants that I bought back in June? Yeah, they bag in the waist now. Another equally annoying thing is putting on a t-shirt and realizing that despite your broad shoulders, all medium shirts must be banished to the pyjama drawer and replaced with small shirts. I basically have to replace my entire wardrobe (which consisted mostly of A&M t-shirts last year) so I'm in desperate need of a tent sale. Ironically, the worst part of losing weight is also the most rewarding. The world is a mysterious place.