"The paunch has returned," I declared as I stood in front of the bathroom mirror this morning, surveying my portly profile while in a white t-shirt and boxers.
Usually I can sufficiently deceive myself by wearing loose fitting tees, button downs, pull overs, no belts, or elastic waist bans – and avoiding scales. I mean I know I've been putting on weight over the last two and one half years, but this now sucks. I worked very hard to get down to a lean 148 before I moved back here.
It took months of 15 mile bike rides to shed the 40 plus pounds I gained from binge eating as I went through the divorce and the cravings for sugar from the lack of alcohol. The weight loss then was a hell of a lot harder than when I was 14 and miraculously lost 30 pounds just by thinking about it.
Looking in the mirror I wondered if it would even be possible to drop weight now. I mean come on, don't they say you GAIN weight when you stop smoking? Doesn't your metabolism slow down naturally at the age of 30?
"I'm fucked," I thought as I finished off my blueberry and cream danish before popping another Commit lozenge.
YAY! Not smoking! I don't even want to talk about weight. It's just an evil topic.
Posted by: shelley | Friday, January 12, 2007 at 07:25 PM