. . . I shouldn’t say anything. After lunch at WildCare on Sunday, I confided in a “friend” that I thought I had put on a little weight this summer. At this, she said “I noticed” and thumped my rump! Aghast, I listened while she told me I had “more junk in my trunk”. Realizing that perhaps this was not the appropriate way to sympathize, she then said I didn’t look bad, I just didn’t look like I did at her wedding a year ago.
So, I went home, weighed myself, and promptly hopped onto the infernal machine which I have barely been on all summer due to raccoon caretaking and the god-awful (non-climate change-related) heat wave. We still have raccoons (numbers 10, 11, and 12 in our cage this season), but it was Sunday so I had some time.
My diet began with dinner last night. I need to lose about 10 pounds to get back where I was a year ago. [sigh] At least my jeans will fit better. . . That should help matters as I suspect part of the reason Jasmine noticed my spacious trunk is that my legs are starting to look like denim-cased sausages.
Does it make you feel any better to know that I wish as I was “fat” as you?
You still look pretty skinny to me, Ms. Junk in the Trunk.
It kind of reminds me when I got back to work from pregnancy leave an an engineer asked me if I was pregnant again.
I didn’t notice a dang thing in June, and I hadn’t seen you for months!
If you have Junk, I have more of an RV back there, hon.
I’m not really too concerned about this; I mainly found Jasmine’s comments appalling and hilarious. But the fact remains that I have put on about 10 pounds in the last year. (Actually around 8, turns out there was a little lingering bloating, thankfully.) My top half looks the same, but all of the weight landed right on my rump. My pants are tighter, which I’ve noticed, and there are some pairs of shorts I can’t wear right now because they creep up my crotch. You know what I’m talking about!
It’s time to stop this in its tracks. The problem is there is so much dang free food around the office and anyone who knows me knows I’m cheap and can’t pass up a free meal.
I have always said that I’m thankful for my fast metabolism, but I know that some day it will slow down and I’ll have to be careful to notice when it does before my eating habits catch up with me. I guess that time has come since this is the second time in 3 years that I’ve had to dislodge these extra pounds.
And WHEN will people realize they should never ask a woman if she is pregnant unless she’s in stirrups and you see a head crowning? A few years ago I had the misfortune of standing next to a friend (5 months post-baby) when the cafeteria lady asked her when the baby was due. It was excruciating for all of us and my friend felt like crap. Don’t do it people!
Viva your fast metabolism! Good for you and the infernal machine – I have been living on salad since we got home to no avail.