2006: Size 0
2007: Size 2
January 2008: Size 4
May 2008: Size 6
Don't get me wrong, I don't think that size 6 is overweight and I'd rather be happy than unhappy. But as I went shopping for shorts at Express today, I couldn't help but notice.
Some of this is due to being at a job you like that feeds you really, really well. How can I resist the giant chocolate chip cookie in our pantry at 3:00 when my energy is flagging? It's like offering crack to a crackhead. There is no way I can turn it down. It's a soft chocolate chip cookie. Many chips. I eat it and: instant energy! I zoom through the e-mails in my inbox. I scan the 300+ blogs on my feeds. Multiple postings. Zip, zip zip!
Is it unhealthy? Will I not be attractive anymore at 6? What if I reach 8? Will it all be over then?
I should start an exercise program.
On the up side, I actually am in possession of a bottom now. When I was a size zero, I had no bottom. But now I have one. So that's grand.
I really should start an exercise program.
I was reading in this women's spirituality magazine the other day that we should honor the belly because it is the woman's seat of power. I don't know about that, but I feel less fragile as a size 6. Size zero or two, especially at my height, is a bit fragile.
F**k it, I'm enjoying the rest of my day.