Wednesday, February 27, 2008

Fat day

Camy here, having a fat day.

You know what I’m talking about. You get out the fat jeans and dress all scrubby because your good clothes don’t fit or make you look like a cajun sausage.

I ought to exercise but I don’t want to. I shouldn’t eat those cookies, but I’m so depressed that they’re the only light in my day. I kicked the scale across the bathroom, but only got a broken toe for it.


God, couldn’t you have made me naturally skinny like Audrey Hepburn or Summer Glau (I just saw an episode of Terminator: the Sarah Connor Chronicles) or the skinny-minny girl who lives down the street and walks around eating McDonald’s hamburgers?

Why does my husband lose weight easier than me? How can he just stop eating so much food and magically lose weight? Why don’t I have that kind of self-discipline? Why doesn’t he have chocolate cravings and potato chip cravings and double-shot-quadruple-pump-mochas-with-extra-whipped-cream-cravings?

I hate the fact that I jiggle. I hate the fact my pants are tight. I hate the skinny clothes still hanging in my closet for the magical day I’ll lose the weight I’ve gained in the past few years.

I hate the fact that I care so much about my weight.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, God made me the way I am. No offense, God, but it doesn’t make me feel any better right now.

This too shall pass, this too shall pass. That’s my mantra today. Tomorrow will be a better day. Tomorrow I will have a better attitude than the stinky one I have right now.

I’m going to go eat a truffle.


Delia said...

I hate it when my husband and I go on a diet together and he loses weight so easy while I struggle and barely lose a pound or two. Drives me crazy!

Tara said...

ya... I understand. I've been having a lot of fat days lately. No fair eh?

Jan Kern said...

Come on over, Camy. With the week I've been having, I feel like making a batch of chocolate chip cookie dough and eating it all. If we share it, we'll only be taking in half the calories. Ha!


Jenny B. Jones said...

I hate it that men don't have cellulite and that it's socially acceptable for them to have hairy legs (which would cover the cellulite even if they did have it).

Kara said...

Sooo with you! However, if it makes you feel any better at least you guys are in winter up there and so can bundle up! Layers of clothing hide a multitude of sins!

Down here it's hot and sunny and so fat days are totally exaserbated every time I walk outside and see all these tiny girls prancing around in mini skirts and singlets!

Patricia W. said...

Since I was having one of these yesterday too (and the day before, and the day before, and...), I had to comment.

There's no skinny-minny inside of me fighting to get out. I'm just hoping there's a healthier version of me that I can chisel out of here with a lot of sweat and hard work.

Elizabeth Bussey said...

This is a hilarious post. Funny I was just this week admiring my cellulite dimples...NOT!

Actually my thoughts were,
When did THOSE show up?...while reflecting on my youthful vow to never let this happen to me!

Could this be another God lesson on eliminating pride? YIKES!