It’s my special day.
The day made just for me.
In celebration of this auspicious day I woke up late.
I woke up way toooooooooo late.
I woke up remembering I haven’t posted an article to my blog this week. Yet.
I woke up fat.
I’ve had suspicion for a while. About the fat thing.
But come on. Fitting into the clothes in my closet is a common occurrence.
Fitting in to the clothes I purchased just yesterday, well, that just ain’t right.
My friend CeeCee and I decided last week that the fat had to go.
She is a sufferer also.
We made a plan.
We would walk together at least two nights a week. Our chosen nights – Tuesday and Thursday.
We didn’t walk Tuesday night. The weather was iffy and about 65º. If it’s under 75º CeeCee doesn’t walk. If I can find an excuse, I don’t walk.
Today is Thursday. I won’t walk tonight either.
Hey! It’s my birthday and I’m going out to dinner. That should really help the fat situation.
But back to the pants.
My supply of clothes that fit has dwindled down to three pair of pants and a pair of blue jeans that can only be worn on Friday. I needed something to wear while on this journey to my former slimness. (That’s similar to HRH in my world.)
Yesterday I purchased two new pair of pants. A beautiful brown pair and the standard black pair. I was set for a few weeks until the return of ‘her former slim self’.
Did I mention I woke up late today?
I hurried to get a shower and slip in to the beautiful brown pair of pants and blouse to be ready for dinner direct from work.
They slid on easily and even went up over the hips. That’s the equivalent of a miracle people.
They didn’t button.
Hell. They didn’t even zip.
I just purchased them yesterday.
No time to worry. Grab the black pair. Black goes with everything.
Black goes with everything except fat. They didn’t even ‘meet in the middle’.
Did I mention I woke up late?
I quickly located the one pair of pants in the closet that fit me. I put them on, fastened them then threw on the top, grabbed my things and out the door I went.
I’m still fat but now I’m without the new pants to cover my largeness.
C’est la vie.
It’s my birthday. I’ll worry about fat tomorrow.
Today I’m eating cake.
From the life and mind of:
Wanda M. Argersinger
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