Irony

I eat when I am stressed.
I eat everything. And a lot of it.
I snack and nosh and a little of this and a lot of that.
And then my pants get tight.
Which means, okay, I've put on a little weight.
"I'll get to it after graduation," I tell myself.
"I have too much going on to worry about that now."
But then there's the realization that I can't even take comfort in buying some new Fat Pants.
Because I don't have time to go shopping for new Fat Pants.
So now I have Fat Pants stress.
And I eat when I am stressed.

Sigh.