I feel silly.
Getting dressed lately has been a truly ridiculous struggle. NOTHING FITS!! I mean, it does fit. I really shouldn’t be freaking out the why I am, I’ll admit but it’s TIGHT! EVERY THING’S TIGHT! Usually when I complain about my weight my mom tells my to shut up and stop being silly but this time, I know it’s different. This time, she says “you should be happy it’s all going to your butt.” WHAT?! I SHOULD? SHE’S NOT TELLING MY TO SHUT UP! SHE’S TELLING ME I HAVE A FAT ASS!!!! Oye.
So tonight. Movie night with Ambar. Sex and the City. Embarrassing Movie. I tried on three pairs of jeans before I put on one of those long maxi dresses from Old Navy. The dress is a little big on me which is just what I needed.
I feel stupid even writing about this publicly. I guess it’s good I’m laughing about it eh? Well I am running a lot so I’ll keep at that and maybe by the end of the summer I’ll be as fit as the 50 year old women in Sex in the City! Seriously why are those women in crazy shape?!
For now I am just grateful I don’t look like the daughters or the mothers on Toddlers and Tiaras. This is a horror show.
