I can feel it. Creeping up my sides. Slithering through my veins. In my belt, oh yes, definitely there. How my pants don’t snap the same way anymore. There’s less give. A bit more snugness. And I feel heavy. And slow. And lethargic. When I sweat I smell barbecue sauce. Thank you Fourth of July. Thank you for my grilled meat overdose. I awoke Monday to a meat hangover. A coworker asked if I had the meat sweats.