I'm a wee bit nervous today. I have a "meeting" at Curves later. The Curves. As in, 30 minute workout, 3 times a week, lose weight? Yes, I'm a fatty [NOTE: not fatty girl], and I'm going to see about fixing all that. So, what the heck will I talk to this lady about? How far I've let myself go? How I want to look like Jennifer Hudson [not Dreamgirls Jennifer, mind you.] And this lady better not be a size 2 and say "like" after every sentence. I may roadrunner out and never return!
I was a size 7 five years ago, and now I'm a 12. So what does that mean? Should I talk about my belief that my birth control was the real culprit? [Which "they" say is a myth, but I still truly believe it!] Should I break down in tears like those women on Maury who gained 400 pounds because their husband cheated on them with a 16-year-old Brittney Spears lookalike? I don't know.
'Cause I'm happy. Just a little bit blubberish around the middle. And on the arms. Inner thighs. Ok, I'm getting kinda explicitly nasty. Keeping it real, I just want to be healthy for my height. And die a 100-year-old woman in a warm bed, spent from a long life, and satisfied that I didn't have diabetes, a stroke, heart disease, high blood pressure...oh, wait, already got that. Uh, never mind. You get the idea.
This will be interesting. I will blog later today and inform my reading public how the whole thing went.
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your go, darlin. i think it's time for me, too...but it's just sssoooo important to have that piece of candy, pie, something, in the middle of the afternoon...!
curves it is! even if it was a ditzy chick who served you, just know that you are beautiful with the blubber and without it. it doesn't matter much...but oh when you go to SQUEEZE into that wedding dress, it will matter. so just do it now. i tried on the "undergarment" from my wedding five years ago the other day, and THAT did it for me. ACK. how---fat!
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