I got the letter in the mail yesterday. The annual survey for my husbands health insurance discount. Better to do it right away I thought. I clicked through the list of questions: Exercise? try to. Cigarettes? no. Alcohol? um, of course.
On the last page they had my height, weight, and waist measurement.
Now, I remember last year resolving to lose a few pounds. Didn’t happen. I measured my waist.
“That can’t be right,” I thought to myself. I squeezed the tape measure a little tighter. I exhaled all my air out. Shit.
Despite little change in my actual weight my waist measurement was an inch and half larger.