I'll admit it, I have been avoiding things with zippers for awhile and getting away with it because I am a stay at home mom and fortunately (or unfortunately) I don't have a dress code. This was all fine and good until Thursday....Thanksgiving. I guess I could have sported my spandex, but thought it would be a tad inappropriate.
I finally went up to change into "real clothes" and told my husband I would be down in a few minutes. After 10 minutes passed he came up and said, "Uh, what's going on here?" Clothes were strewn about, I was visibly upset, and clearly not wearing any pants. Upon surveying the scene, I think he was slightly concerned that he would show up late with a half dressed wife. I replied that I was "trying to fit my fat butt into some pants." He did what every smart husband does...he ran away.
I spent the next five minutes trying to find the least offensive option and arrange that option in the least offensive way. What was worse, a camel toe or a muffin top?? ( In case you're wondering, a camel toe is always worse.) I finally settled on something and sulked my way to Thanksgiving dinner. My husband, bless his heart, tried to cheer me up but it was to no avail. I found myself wishing I could drop a few pounds quickly so I could fit back into something that was made of a non-stretch material.
You know what they say, be careful what you wish for.
My wish did come true. I dropped some pounds, and quickly at that. Unfortunately, it was because I was infected with the dreaded stomach flu. Words cannot express how much I hate the stomach flu. When introduced to this nasty virus my stomach's motto is always "go big or go home." I guess you can call me an upchuck overachiever. I become violently ill and I have often begged my husband to show some mercy and kill me already. He never does, which I suppose is a good thing, but at the time it just seems cruel.
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| This was my Black Friday shopping bag. |
I am finally feeling human again and I am desperately behind in everything. This week will be full of catching up and getting back into the gym. That flu weight has a way of returning quickly and I really do want to zip up my pants! This is also (hopefully) my last week in the heinous post-op shoe. I get x-rayed at the end of the week and if all is well I will be cleared to bike (oops already doing that) and swim. I see the light at the end of the tunnel, I see the light!!
A final inquiry: how many HBBC points do you think I can get for my night of puking? By my calculations I have about 6 straight hours of a very intense core workout. What do you think, does it count?
Hope everyone had a much better Thanksgiving weekend!!
Any good stories from the Holiday?
Anyone brave the stores this weekend??
