Apart from being unable to fit into my pants, as well as unable to sit and reach for my toes because my belly is literally in the way, there is one other indicator that tells myself that I have gotten comfortable beyond acceptable.
While I generally do not purchase goods and services, my wife and my friends do. They can be scrolling for bargain deals on online stores from the big C or from the states.
The search for bargains is not the result of poverty but of frivolous desires to over consume.
If I am measured by the five persons around me, the conclusion would be that I am too comfortable and I am uncomfortable with it.