You callin' me fat?

I finally bit the bullet and joined a fitness center this week. I scoped out a few of them online, and went with the one that seemed to suit my needs appropriately. I even joined online, as to avoid having to sit across the desk from some jackass who's trying to con me into choosing a plan that offers a bunch of crap that I don't really need.

I stopped by the gym yesterday, just to confirm my enrollment in person and pick up my membership card. It was a pretty quick process. They looked at my info and took my photograph. They then gave me my receipt, my card, and a complimentary t-shirt.

I must admit that I was less than enthusiastic to have the t-shirt. I don't feel much like being a walking advertisement for the establishment, and besides, I have enough t-shirts already. As I was walking to my car, it occured to me that I was not asked which size I wanted. I usually wear a size medium, because they are fairly snug on me. Although they have a way of accentuating my taco belly, that provokes me to try to improve my posture. When I looked at the tag of the t-shirt they gave me, I noticed that they had just gone ahead and given me an extra large.

Maybe they're trying to tell me something.