Is huger a word? I don’t really think so. Regardless, I really do not want to get huger than I am already.
It’s bad, ladies and gentlemen, and I cannot imagine how much worse it’s going to get. Jenny so kindly told me at Christmas that she doesn’t want to hear it until my belly hits my legs when I walk up the stairs.
I fear this day is not far off.
I am not about to divulge the exact amount of weight I’ve gained, but let’s just say that it’s a lot. And I still have 14 weeks more to go! I asked a friend how I could turn this train around, and she replied, “You’re not driving that train, you’re just riding it.” And something tells me that there’s no way to get off!
Ugh.
Gee, my posts this week have really been uplifting… plane crashes and gianormosity (do you like that one?). Hopefully I will have a better outlook (provided the plane lands and I have any outlook at all, haha) after a weekend in Florida!
