I had an event this weekend that required I wear something other than yoga pants and my Arizona Wildcats hockey sweatshirt. (Am not a hockey fan, per se; rather, I’m a VINTAGE HOCKEY SWEATSHIRT fan.)   Anyway, I had to get dressed up for the first time since the fateful Achilles-rupturing opera in January and I discovered – for the first time ever – I’m not fat enough for most of my clothes any more.   This is a GOOD problem to have, but a problem nonetheless.   Fortunately, I was headed to my