I am now going to bitch and moan about something all women bitch and moan about at some point in their lives – I am fat. I mean it. I am not even lying. I’m not saying I’m 5’7″ and weight 125 pounds and god, I feel like a whale. I mean this person who writes to you today, this person who used to do twice weekly triathalon workouts, who used to run 6X a week and did the AIDS ride from Boston to NYC, is offically fat. I mean on the bmi scale. I went to the store the other day and tried on jeans in my regular size. I was like hmm. . are the kids wearing their jeans this tight these days? Maybe its because they are super low cut and I have sort of wide hips. Nope. Members of the jury, the verdict is in. I actually have a roll of flab on my sides (I think its called a spare tire?) I’ve never felt such trauma in all of my life. Now, maybe some of you say its okay, as long as I’m happy. Well, I’m not happy. I’m not happy at all and it really has very little do with being vain. Okay, it has a lot to do with being vain but folks, I’m barely 5 feet tall. I’m not woman enough to have this excess poundage. Okay, well, now it turns out I am woman enough. I have no one to blame but myself. And my slowing metabolism. And god.
Are you saying that you weigh 125lbs and are 5’7″? I wish! I feel your pain… there’s Christmas looming ahead and more pounds to gain. Thanks to you I’m back on the treadmill running tomorrow AM! 🙂
No, I’m saying I’m NOT 5’7″ and 125lbs. Like, there are people who are that size and complain and you want to kick their asses. No, I’m not. I mean, I’m not 5’7″ and I weigh almost 125lbs. I’m serious. It’s gotten out of control. I have to wear the same pair of smelly jeans every day until I can buy new ones in my old size.
Well according to todays half dresses teens it is ok to let the flab hang over the non-existant waistline … so paint them on baby!
I’ve been there. All my fat jeans and baggy PMS clothes gradually became my everyday wardrobe.