I ran out of belt holes this morning. Last hole in my belt. Coming up on my sixth week of no processed sugar or enriched flower. This weekend I'll have to go buy some new Dockers I think. The odd thing about Dockers VS blue jeans is that I can almost always wear a size smaller jeans than work pants. Something about the way the pants are cut, I guess. So while I've been wearing smaller jeans for a couple of weeks now, I needed to be a bit smaller before buying new Dockers for work. The end of the belt means it's time. Go me.