Saturday, July 22, 2006
The right to bear fleshy arms
That's what my mother-in-law told me I had. Although I know I've packed on ye olde poundage, I don't think my arms are THAT bad.
Of course my hub had to agree with his dear old mom.
Don't get me wrong, my MIL and I get along famously, which is why she probably felt comfortable enough to state the obvious, i.e. my enlarged arms.
My arms were much smaller about a year ago, but being as that I decided to become a stay at home mom, I am therefore, uh, at home, so I eat I guess.
More than I think apparently, hence an abudance of arm flesh.
I told her the reason my arms were more obvious to her wasn't because of their girth, but because they were now tan.
She accepted that excuse and laughed herself all the way out my front door.
Half-heartedly pushing my hair out of my face as I watched her walk away, I unconsciously tugged at my shirt. And looked at my arms.
I also noticed some cellulite that I hadn't seen before making its presense known on my legs. The light caught my legs just right to view the supple ripples on my thighs.
I signed. I'm only 34 I thought, I'm not supposed to have a cellulitey body. I had basked in the glory of my size six pants for so long that when I went up to an eight, I wasn't alarmed, I'd lose it. It was just winter fat, I told myself.
Then I went up to a size 10.
This may be getting serious, I thought. And then the arm comment!
Also weighing in the subject of my fatness was my best friend, who having moved to another city, didn't see me everyday and was a little alarmed when I had upped in body mass.
She still recognized me, don't get my wrong here! She knew who I was. Well after I told her, anyway.
I saw her looking at my arms, too, but unlike my very truthful MIL she thought it best to leave the upper arm commentary to herself.
She opted instead for the "I'm agreeing with you" route. Because, me being who I am, brought up that I had, well, been really enjoying my food.
"Yes, I noticed that," she said evenly.
And of course I had the nerve to be peeved.
So anyway, I just finished enjoying a couple of truffles and tomorrow I intend to NOT shove my face, wait it IS tomorrow (remember I'm writing this at 1 a.m., so much for the "up with the sun business"). Oh well. I intend to fast and pray about my fleshy arms and cellulitey legs and size large T-shirts. (I have a big bust, gimme a break!)
That about wraps it up. Yummm a wrap sounds good right about now.
Save me from myself!!!
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