>> Saturday, August 21, 2010
Me: (Licking Chili Cheese Fritos dust from my fingers) Tanya I am just so pissed at myself I can’t even stand it anymore, you have NO idea, I just can’t believe it!
Tanya: Really? What’d you do now?
Me: I don’t even want to talk about it...It's just too horid.
Tanya: Then what’d you call me for?
Me: OK OK ...well you know I got this super cute top last summer, and it like fit me really good and I’d get complements on it, you know like ‘wow that top is so cute, you’ve lost more weight’ and stuff like that.
Me: Well I have it on right now and I look like a stuck PIG, like an pink over stuffed sausage, I’m so pissed, my gut is rolling over the top of my pants and this shirt has gotten so tight, it looks like I stuffed a tractor tier in there or something, its not a little muffin top it’s a fricking 3 layer cake!
Tanya: You must have shrunk it in the dryer.
Yup, She is a big fat liar...and THAT is what true friends are for…keep you in denial about the pounds that are creeping back on. But the ugly truth is sitting right here on my lap...
The ugly truth!A. The painful button mark from my pants as payback for having to hold up my fat ass all day.
B. what would be a cute beauty mark if it wasn't for all the ugly over shadowing it.
C. My belly button that is so deep I could lose a Lego man in it.
D. Bottom and Top cake layers of flabby stretch marked belly fat.
E. Stark White frosting from years and years of lack of sun light.
F. Top layer of cake, sagging boobies (keeping it clean here so no booby shots and those are my finger tips so stop squinting at the screen boys)
So back to eating less and moving more...but Truth? I'd rather sit on my bum and eat some more icecream. Its all my BFF's fault for leaving and moving 4 HOURS away, I don't know how its her fault ...but it is.