I no longer wear a size 1. I came to terms with that this evening when I put all but one pair of my jeans and khakis into a bag to give away. I can't say that "the dryer shrunk them" anymore and contend that's the only reason they don't fit. I'm not going to lie to myself and say that when I'm done with the Lupron shots that my ass will dissolve like alka seltzer in water.
I will not pour talculm powder into my pants legs (like certain girls I knew in high school) and hope it'll help them slide on.
I can't be a beer drinker and be as svelte as I was a few years ago.
I've had my good cry and I'm over it now.
Hello, beer. Welcome to my thighs.
Posted by Tiffany at July 9, 2005 10:42 PM | TrackBack*stares at pile of size 0-2 clothes to sell on eBay*
I am so where you are. I weighed 95 pounds forever. I turned 30 a couple years ago and have gained 5-7 pounds each year thereafter. *cries*
I'm currently 117 pounds and buying size 4 (some 6's) clothes. I knew all that beer consumption would catch up to me one day...
p.s. If you travel to the Bahamas, be sure to bring home some of their locally brewed Kalik!
Posted by: MsThing at July 10, 2005 12:59 PM"Hello, beer. Welcome to my thighs."
That's possibly the sexiest thing I've ever read.
Posted by: Mr. Beer at July 12, 2005 01:21 PM