This morning I announced via twitter than I was down a belt loop. I really should have said it was half a belt loop, but I figured that needed more explanation than what I could cram into 140 characters.

There’s a point where I realize that my pants are falling down, usually on the side where my wallet is. To fix it I can either pull my pants up repeatedly or cinch my belt in by one loop. The problem comes when I sit down and get cut in half. This is why I call it a half belt loop—until I can sit down and still breathe, I’m not counting the entire loop.

Soon I’ll be down a full loop and then the pounds will start melting off again. Like butter. Mm, butter.