Stupid Fat Pants

Ok, An epiphany - no way around it, no water weight gain, I have gained 10 pounds in a year. I am officially overweight. Nothing fits. Not even fat pants. This has derailed not one, but two, Halloween costumes. And, put me in a really bad spot. I have an old ballgown of Mom's that I thought I could recycle into some sort of 60's homage. But, for the first time in my life, it's tight.

I've been trying to psyche myself up for a lunch of salad. Still hungry? YES, there's more SALAD! Boo. Running is for later today.

I hate this. Completely. I am starting to look like a pregnant woman. Or Grimace. Now I understand his unfortunate name. [Aside - what were McDonald's execs thinking making a pear-shaped clown and a depressed fat kid their mascots?]


The one gift today is that my salad mix arrived from the grocery with no nasty chickory bits. Bitter, yucky, stringy stuff. So good in coffee, so bad for fat girls who are trying to be disciplined.

Off to mope.

XOXO,

M