Egad, I smell!!

Okay, so here's something that you didn't want to know: I don't use deodorant. Almost never have - don't believe in antiperspirant and don't like deodorant... to my good fortune and those close to me, I generally don't smell. I perspire... freely and happily, but with a few exceptions, I have never really smelled "sweaty".
Clean Living?
Good Fortune?
In need of a Reality Check?

It's not something that I can explain... maybe I was just born close to a crystal mine, (you know, the kind of crystal that people rub on their arm pits and then pretend that others aren't repulsed by their fetidity...) - Maybe it's a special gift, like speaking in tongues, except that it's smelling in noses... I smell, but you need the gift of interpreting smell to recognize that I reek?
I do know that it has not been a dillusion on my part... and my proof is that now, I smell!!!
The other day, I was sitting at my desk wondering about the pungent unpleasantness that had creeped into my office... hoping that it was a gift of Epoisses from an itinerant cheese-monger, I went it search of a chilled Chablis... only to discover that the smell was following me!!
Worse... it WAS me!
The next day, I stepped closer to the shower... stayed in longer... ran the water hotter... tried using soap!!
But by mid-day, I was once again a crass fromagerie...
16 pounds down and my Yogi tells me that I'm detoxing... (And yes, My Yogi did tell me this over apicnic basket... well, at lunch... but, she did call me Boo-Boo)

So, loosing weight means stinking! Go figure.
I am assured that it won't always be this way, but how will I know? Will I get over it or just get used to it? I don't want to be known as Rev. Stinky.
Ah, the trials of trying to lose a few pounds!!!

But there are good changes, too... snoring has abated! (my wife is pleased)
My face is thinner...
My pants are looser...
And I'm going into a Canadian Summer with Irish Spring...
(you can thank me when you see me)