Today my Aunt asked me if I was pregnant. She looked at me square in the face when she asked me too. She wasn't trying to be mean. Titi is never trying to me mean, she is just bluntly honest and so obsessed with her and everyone else's weight that I could just binge eat and vomit.
I said, 'no, I'm not, I've just been eating more than usual and I'm feeling pre-menstrual so back off lady!' OK, so I didn't really say that last part. But an hour later, after the conversation was done and over with I mentioned, "I'm due to get my period soon and I get really bloated." She kinda says, aha and then proceeds to ignore me. I hate when people say, aha. It means that they are either, not paying attention to you, or just humoring you.
I tried on two skirts this morning to go to KH and they were both tight arount the hips. It is quite a shame because I was doing so well with my diet. I had skinny people coming over to me asking for dieting tips. And I was totally into it too. I would say, "do you have a pen? Let me give you the website that I use."
I try to tell myself that the reason that my cheeks look like two full moons has nothing to do with the amount of calories I put into my system and everything to do with my camera. I say this even when I'm stuffing my face quietly in the kitchen with Tostitos and all natural salsa. And tostitos would be fine if I just ate 7, like the serving size says. But I can't just stop at 7, I can't stop until I've inhaled the entire family size package. It's almost like I'm on a mission to finish the bag. And then the guilt begins...
Just to clarify, in case there are any doubts, I am not pregnant. My shirt was just a little big and so happened to bulge around the belly part. That bulge was all air and not belly fat, though I have plenty of that too (there are abs there too, some where).
I'm going to jump back on the eating green and treadmill runners bandwagon, just not this month. Some one mentioned jazzercise. Isn't that just dancing? I could totally dance, that sounds a lot more fun than walking on some treadmill.
Sunday, January 25, 2009
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