Weight Gain

Since my trip to NYC, I have been blessed to gain, oh, I'd say around 10 lbs. I say blessed because I know there are unfathomable amounts of souls worldwide starving for even just a crumb of bread. How horribly sad that is while I indulge in stinky cheese, crusty bread, fried poppers, pizza!

So, my actual point is I am overweight. Every morning I amuse myself in a sad way while doing the happy skippy to get my jeans on. Not a comfortable position to be in, especially considering the physical pain it causes!

Yesterday I was told by an old friend that something was different about me. Was it my hair? Surely I had done something different with it! Sweetie I said, I'm fat. I was greatly confused when my friend replied I look great being robust rather than skin and bones. What? I am robust? And not only that, I used to be so thin that I was considered skin and bones? I do believe my mirror lies to me!

At any rate, I am quite undecided as to whether to lose the weight or not. I mean, robust! That means well endowed on the top right?! On the other hand, though the happy skippy cracks me up every time, I'm sick of the flourishing thighs I've managed to produce.

So my question is, to lose or not to lose. I choose to put to good use my ample god-given taste buds. I choose to enjoy the pleasure of delicious morsels while triumphing when I have the ability to keep it to a taste.

In conclusion, what is a life without the insane enjoyment of  food? Without a happy skippy? Without the reason to go shopping for new clothes? I do believe I'm quite comfortable being robust. So the next time you see a robust woman with a panini in her hand doing the happy skippy while shopping, you can probably assume it is me!