Thursday, September 21, 2006
I'm the Fat Bridesmaid
Ok, so I'm feeling a little chubby. Well, a lot chubby. No, modestly obese.
I've been looking at pictures from my sister's wedding, and I am officially The Fat Bridesmaid. So depressing. I look like the Incredible Hulk - minus the Incredible part of that equation (and I'm sure it doesn't help that all of my sister's friends are skinny and cute).
I've gained a good thirty pounds in the last few years. And I wasn't all that small to begin with.
So the other day, I drove my pudgy ass to Weight Watchers with my mom (after indulging one last time at Arby's, of course).
So naturally, the location had changed since the last time I joined. We spent twenty minutes driving around like tourists trying to find the place. No luck. But no worries - I was able to eat at Taco Bell the next day.
So now we've found out where it is, and we'll be going back this Tuesday.
The thing about my extra weight is that I don't want to see old friends. I'll be seeing quite a few of them on our drive to Texas, but I've actually thought about canceling our plans with them because I'm afraid that they'll snicker something after we've left like, "Man, did you see her ass? It's huge!"
Hmmm. Papa Murphy's sounds really good right about now.