As a plus-sized man, I do my best to look presentable as often as possible. I never want someone to look at me and think there goes a fat slob. And, most of the time, that works well. But every so often, I get a little sloppy. I’ve found that food often jumps off my plate and lands on my shirt. But it never ends up in the middle of my shirt. I often wonder how food ends up on my shoulder, my side, and even my sleeve…