Oct 05 2008
Not Fitting
I’m not talking about my social awkwardness either. I’m talking about my pants.
Seems lately they’re getting tighter and tighter at the waist, right at that place where I’m getting squishier and squishier. A little muffin top is one thing, but having a life preserverer kind of hovering right above the belt line, well it’s more than embarrassing, it’s uncomfortable.
So maybe today will be a last hurrah of sorts. Snacking on junk, dining on drive-thru. Tomorrow I’ll tighten my belt, maybe, I don’t know…leave my computer chair and get my heart rate up. It’s either that, or cross my fingers and hope for a stomach flu.
I’m kidding about the stomach flu.
But really, I have to stop eating like a 12 year old unless I want to spend all day driving the kids around in my PJs or worse yet, the dreaded mu-mu.
How flattering is that?
You’ve got to admit, it does look comfy though.
You’re better than me. I don’t even make it as far as the mu-mu. My daily attire consists of “underclothes”. It’s a far cry from the suits I used to wear everyday. I should be ashamed, but after all the carrots that were sneezed on my clothes, I just don’t care anymore.
Davida
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