I've always thought I was fat. Now that I am actually really and truly fat, I wish I was the size I was when I thought I was fat, about 50lbs ago.
That said, I've now lost 13 lbs. The 3 from New Orleans, and 10 additional lbs. I'd be overjoyed if I could lose about 35 lbs more. Then I would be simply fat, and not FAT. That would be cool.
Next thing you know, I'll be strutting around in skinny jeans.
No, no I will not. Skinny jeans suck.
Showing posts with label fat. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fat. Show all posts
Wednesday, October 24, 2012
Tuesday, October 16, 2012
Fat
I gained three pounds in three days while in New Orleans.
This has got to be the straw that breaks the camel's back. My clothes don't fit right. I think my stomach may be, finally, bigger than my boobs. Intolerable.
I'm going on a diet.
This has got to be the straw that breaks the camel's back. My clothes don't fit right. I think my stomach may be, finally, bigger than my boobs. Intolerable.
I'm going on a diet.
Tuesday, May 1, 2012
May Day 2012
Sometimes it's best to share the shame.
I did it.
I bought tummy control exercise pants. After carrying a 9lb 14oz baby, and having a c-section, I was getting afraid that my gut was going to bounce free in Zumba class, and knock someone out. It came close to bouncing free many times, and holding up my exhausted stretch pants was getting tedious.
At least there is enough of a market for this sort of product so that I, and other flabby bellied women, can be well-supported during exercise.
In other news, I went on another date. It was great. She was thoughtful, sweet, and cute. And 29. I thought I swore off dating people so much younger than I am, but I may make an exception. She has the tiniest little doll hands that I have ever seen on an adult. She held doors open for me too. We're supposed to go out again on Saturday. I'm nervous; she seems wonderful, but has one terrible flaw: she seems to like me. Not quite sure how to deal with this.
I did it.
I bought tummy control exercise pants. After carrying a 9lb 14oz baby, and having a c-section, I was getting afraid that my gut was going to bounce free in Zumba class, and knock someone out. It came close to bouncing free many times, and holding up my exhausted stretch pants was getting tedious.
At least there is enough of a market for this sort of product so that I, and other flabby bellied women, can be well-supported during exercise.
In other news, I went on another date. It was great. She was thoughtful, sweet, and cute. And 29. I thought I swore off dating people so much younger than I am, but I may make an exception. She has the tiniest little doll hands that I have ever seen on an adult. She held doors open for me too. We're supposed to go out again on Saturday. I'm nervous; she seems wonderful, but has one terrible flaw: she seems to like me. Not quite sure how to deal with this.
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