Sunday, July 11, 2010 Reality Check

I'm up 13 pounds since I began all this cooking back in January.

Yeah, yeah. "WAH!" I know.

It's my body, I get to complain about it.

Eight lousy ounces a week adds up to me not fitting in most of my clothes, ginormous bazumbas and a few extra curves where there never was.

I'm not really sure if I care, to be honest.

I think I look good. I just don't want to have to go out and buy new clothes. I HATE shopping. If I spend 500 bucks a year on clothing I'd be surprised - all those dollars are spent under duress.

My mom got all my clothes at tag sales or thrift shops, so I guess I grew up believing I'm not worth the money because it KILLS ME to spend 25 bucks on a dress at Forever 37 that was made by unpaid child slaves in some foreign country.

And finding clothes that fit my body? Forget it. That's partly why I struggled to stay so thin for so long. Finding clothes that accommodate your curves is not easy. Women's butts and boobs don't all grow at an equal rate.

Anyway. Why am I writing this? I should be out walking off my poundage, but I've been lazy.

There. I said it.

So it's not the food :)

I'll keep telling myself that. Maybe I'll walk to the mall.

Maybe.

Bang on, my peeps!

-HH