Another big moment for me this week. Being so proud of myself for getting back on track with food and exercise, I was rushing out the door of the office ready to go to a class at the gym. I didn't have much time, nor space, as I was tossing clothes willy-nilly in a tiny bathroom stall. But I made it - got to the gym, into class, got my step all set up and ready to roll. The instructor turned on the music and I was about to make one last adjustment - tying the drawstrings of my pants. Only when I reached for them, there weren't any. Odd? Not quite. They were there, in the front of my pants, which were facing to the rear. Yup, I put my pants on backwards. To my credit - they weren't button fly.