Up in Smoke

I was involved in a traffic accident today. I stopped at a red light; the two cars behind me did not. The car I was driving isn't mine. It is a company car. My father's company car. A car I was driving home after taking my father to the airport. A new car. A car that now needs some body work.

Adding insult to injury, the CHiP who processed the accident asked a personal question while taking my info. My out-of-state license made no mention of my weight. He asked. I told him. And I was embarrassed. I, too, need some body work.

Since I've been in San Diego, I've gained at least 10 pounds. Probably more than that. There's good food and plenty of it when Dad's in town. But I suspect my changing diet hasn't been the primary source of my gain. I suspect that giving cigarettes the heave-ho had something to do with it. I've heard that quitters generally gain at least as much as I have. And it's been three months today.