Like everyone, I am trying to make better choices about things I eat. I have almost cut out soda, drinking unsweetened tea instead. I went to Zio's this weekend and avoided the alfredo sauce- painful, but I powered through. I don't eat a lot of sweets and now that Kim is confined to her office at lunch, I don't go out to eat nearly as often.
So why, then, do I look like a sausage stuffed into my clothes today? As I checked my outfit in the mirror this morning, I noticed that my capris were a bit snug. Wait- my top was a bit snug, my capris were borderline obscene. And that was with my super elastic structured undergarment already on.
I called John into the bathroom to get his take on it. Maybe I was just being too hard on myself.
It's never a good thing when he has to back up 5 or 10 feet before answering.
All this happened about 4 minutes after I should have left for work. So here I sit, praying the buttons won't pop off my pants before I get home. Maybe the higher ups here will feel sorry for me and give me a raise so I can go buy some new, larger, clothes.
No comments:
Post a Comment