“Hey, damn it, listen already. You are not a size two, trust me on this, you are a size four. The laws of physics are simply not in your favor, honey. Accept it. Just. Fucking. Accept it!”
That was me cursing out some C++ code today.
Yes indeedy, I’m that nerdy. I talk to my computer and threaten it anytime it gets out of line. If you’re wondering WTF was wrong, I had a bitstring that kept coming up as two bytes instead of four like it should have. Arg!
This is also a reflection of how I feel about my weight lately. A recent trip to the doctor had me on the scale and it took me by surprise. When the nurse read the number I was incredulous. I wanted to strip down to my granny panties and have a do-over. There’s no way I was back up (and over) 150 pounds. Ha, and I’m far from a size four!
I know y’all will flatter me with the “but you look awesome” and the “who cares, it’s not showing on your frame” comments. I’m a woman. It matters. For no other reason, I hate shopping for clothes and I don’t want to have to buy more pants because I ate too much BBQ. Although, there are a few maternity pieces languishing in my closet….
Naaah! (I should really donate those, not having anymore wee ones this side of hell freezing over.)
Exercise might be the answer. And less stress, that would be nice. Anyone have a magic genie I could borrow? POOF! Size 4!
I’ll just go wallow in my salad topped with garlic oil fried croutons. Suppose “fried” is not my friend anymore, guess I should lay off the burgers and poutine for a while, eh?
Maybe the kids will let me chase them to the park.
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Dude you’re a 4? I could scoop you up and carry you in my pocket!! 🙂
No no, I’m not a 4… more like a 10. It depends on the cut of the clothes, I have a whole range of sizes in my closet 😛
I totally feel ya. I just ran a marathon and I’m heavier than I’ve been in a long time. It sucks to finish training that intense and not even have weight loss to show for it! And I don’t WANNA give up the tastiest foods, especially the fried ones.
Wow, you ran a marathon?!? Go Lauren! I’m also trying to go meatless, maybe too many carbs lately?
Yeah, the carbs will get you. I am something of a carb fiend myself… which is probably the root of my problems!
This was my second marathon. With the first one, I lost weight and couldn’t keep up with the calories I was burning, but, alas, by this point I think my body is just too used to distance running. Bummer.
You crack me up. Just eat more fish soup! Mmmm… 😉
Ha!
Okay, so yesterday Scott said to me “Seymour and Thunder are pulling a pair of underwear apart in the bedroom right now. They each have a leg hole. It’s stretched out to, like, a yard.”
I was like, “Oh. Ha. That’s funny.” And I did not tell him that some of my most awesome granny-style underwear may, in fact, be that big to start with.
xo