Two days in a row.
Two different pairs of pants.
Both tighter than they were the last time that I put them on.
I think it is a rip-off that we spend our winter and spring preparing for summer holidays and swimsuit season only to spend the fall and winter losing the weight we put on throughout the summer.
I shouldn't be getting bigger. After all, I have been perspiring heavily in the 30 plus degree heat. And I have been on my bike. A couple of times. And there was that one time I forced myself to get out of bed and walk around the lake.
IT'S NOT FAIR!
I just came back from the lake. I haven't been wearing 'real' clothes. A bathing suit has too much stretch to it.... I didn't realize that I was expanding daily. Why would I? I've been eating really well. All that fresh summer fruit. And crisp veggies and dip.
The hot dogs.
Hamburgers.
With Kraft singles.
And potato salad.
Macaroni salad.
Ketchup chips.
Dill Pickle chips.
Freezies.
Two nights at the ice cream shop.
Buttered popcorn.
Sunflower seeds on the beach.
A cooler every afternoon in the sunshine.
Fruit loops for breakfast.
Pork tenderloin smothered in maple barbecue sauce.
Hot buttered corn on the cob.
Potatoes with sour cream and bacon bits.
Baked beans.
Tortilla chips and tzatziki.
Revellos.
Oh, and I guess I did eat a 1/4 of a vanilla cream slab cake over the three days following my Grandmother's 85th birthday party.
Okay, Okay! So I am to blame for my own subtle expansion. It's no wonder when I add up all the stuff that I've been shoveling into my face. I am SOOOO ready for the routine of fall. Everyone is back at school and work; our family meals are reasonable and routine. I am up early and in bed at a decent hour and I enjoy getting to the gym in my daily routine.
But why? WHY? WHY does it take six months to take off 8 stinkin' pounds and less than a month to add 10? And why, oh why was I born with the metabolism of a sloth and the willpower of a pickpocket?
Two different pairs of pants.
Both tighter than they were the last time that I put them on.
I think it is a rip-off that we spend our winter and spring preparing for summer holidays and swimsuit season only to spend the fall and winter losing the weight we put on throughout the summer.
I shouldn't be getting bigger. After all, I have been perspiring heavily in the 30 plus degree heat. And I have been on my bike. A couple of times. And there was that one time I forced myself to get out of bed and walk around the lake.
IT'S NOT FAIR!
I just came back from the lake. I haven't been wearing 'real' clothes. A bathing suit has too much stretch to it.... I didn't realize that I was expanding daily. Why would I? I've been eating really well. All that fresh summer fruit. And crisp veggies and dip.
The hot dogs.
Hamburgers.
With Kraft singles.
And potato salad.
Macaroni salad.
Ketchup chips.
Dill Pickle chips.
Freezies.
Two nights at the ice cream shop.
Buttered popcorn.
Sunflower seeds on the beach.
A cooler every afternoon in the sunshine.
Fruit loops for breakfast.
Pork tenderloin smothered in maple barbecue sauce.
Hot buttered corn on the cob.
Potatoes with sour cream and bacon bits.
Baked beans.
Tortilla chips and tzatziki.
Revellos.
Oh, and I guess I did eat a 1/4 of a vanilla cream slab cake over the three days following my Grandmother's 85th birthday party.
Okay, Okay! So I am to blame for my own subtle expansion. It's no wonder when I add up all the stuff that I've been shoveling into my face. I am SOOOO ready for the routine of fall. Everyone is back at school and work; our family meals are reasonable and routine. I am up early and in bed at a decent hour and I enjoy getting to the gym in my daily routine.
But why? WHY? WHY does it take six months to take off 8 stinkin' pounds and less than a month to add 10? And why, oh why was I born with the metabolism of a sloth and the willpower of a pickpocket?