Whiny shallow post time! Because this is my blog, and I can do it if I want. I noticed last week that some of my jeans were feeling uncomfortably tight. So today I dragged out the tape measure to see if I was growing, or my pants were shrinking. The verdict? It is most definitely me. My hips are almost four inches bigger than the last time I measured them, in early June. I know I'm not fat, and I feel shallow for saying this, but damnit, I want my favorite pants to fit again. I can't even get the zipper on my suit pants up anymore. I don't have money to buy more pants D:

I know what it is, too, honestly. I stopped working out over the summer because I was busy and never around, and didn't pick it up again in the fall. And I've finally really hit the end of puberty, which means my metabolism has started to slow down.

I need to start working out again in January - my course-load is a lot lighter, so I actually have time. And I also need to remember that while I can prove that I can eat that whole pot of pasta by myself, I really shouldn't.