redistribution of weight

So here is what is happening at work today:
World Cup: Togo vs. Switzerland, the score is currently 0/1 for Switzerland. I mean, i'm very busy and it is all very stressful and i don't know how i am going to manage. (oh, swiss just rejected at the net). Go Togo, it's your birthday. What do a bunch of peace-loving chocolatiers know about soccer? i hope Togo crushes their molten chocolate hearts, just like the centre of a Lindt chocolate.

I digress. Work, it's very stressfull.

I've been living in a hotel for the last two weeks and i feel huge. i have a rounded out little tummy. the scale supports my assertion of weight gain. and i can't even think about what's going on behind me. i'm afraid to look at my ass. here's the thing...my clothes still fit but there is more of me...so how the hell does that work? my litmus test for weight is a pair of cream dress pants that i bought at the height of skinny-dom...and they fit. but i'm not the same shape. it's like everything has just shuffled around--like recombined DNA...it's all there, just in the wrong order and that usually doesn't result in good things. it's like that scene at the beginning of Something Wicked This Way Comes...right before the circus train arrives in town.