Wednesday, April 13, 2011
It's amazing I have any ego at all
Dude. I got back into running (the C2K program. LOVE IT!) and again started gaining weight. WTF? I took a few days off and lost three pounds. C and I were talking about it, and it may be that I eat better without the "but I'm running today" justification, but still. Erg. One of the things I love about kids and inmates is that they rarely have a working censor. They say whatever pops into their head and it's usually said without mean intentions. But still. Two women have asked me, on separate occasions, if I'm pregnant this week. Really?! I'll admit I don't have washboard abs, but I don't think I'm that lumpy. I mean, maybe I should carry a picture of me pregnant for comparison. Like "Please? You think this looks pregnant? Check this shit out!" I've never had great skin, and I have lamented for awhile that I should not have to endure both pimples and wrinkles. But alas. And lately it hasn't been great (I'm sure it has nothing to do with collapsing in bed in full make-up. Or the new coffee habit. Though now I'm thinking "weight gain, belly bloat, and pimples. Hmmm." Moving on.) And Syd loves the spots. She forces my face in different directions so that she can touch each one like some dermatalogical anthropologist. Every time she sees me. Thanks Baby. So sweet. Oh a new one! Yay! Geez. So summary. Fat. Lazy. Pimply. It's like being a teenager without the angst and less flannel. Though I'm slightly more mature, usually, these days. And I was pulling myself through pretty well. But now I've also lost my voice. Fat, lazy, pimply, with a Peter Brady voice and I'm officially pushing the limits of healthy self-esteem.