Who’s Lost Weight?
I think it was last week as I was running around the house in my bra and underwear – probably getting ready for work – that my snookey said to me, “wow, you’ve lost a shitload of weight!”. Well that’s just what every woman wants to hear.
I said, “whaddayamean?” and he said, “you’ve lost a shitload of weight”.
Reality is, I haven’t lost any weight; not one bit of weight. I haven’t been exercising and converting it all to muscle either, and nothing’s changed – my tight clothes are still tight (thrown out most of them) and my loose clothes are no longer loose.
Over this past menopausal year I’ve gained weight and it doesn’t seem to matter if I eat less, my body doesn’t weigh less or look less.
I told him I hadn’t lost any weight. He was adamant that I’d lost a shitload of weight. He said that even my hips were smaller. And, you know, I’d love for my hips to be smaller. They’re not huge, but smaller anything or everything (except boobal area) would be nice.
So I have to wonder WrTF he’s seeing that I lost weight. And I also have to wonder how fucking big he thought I was before that I could have lost a whole bunch of weight and still look like this. He believed it. He wouldn’t stop arguing with me about it.
I suppose I should be happy that he thinks I’m thinner, however, I think I’ll save that happiness for when and if I actually do ever lose some weight.
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is the new 30. I want the world to close their mouths when they’re eating or chewing gum. If they don’t, I want to elbow them in the face.
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