scrawls.

scrawls

still cheaper than therapy*

24.7.08

i thought i was looking a little gaunt

so in order to get Austrian drivers' licenses we have to get a physical, pass an eye exam, not faint, get weighed and measured (not to mention, injected, inspected, detected, infected, neglected and selected) and they weighed me and HOLY SHIT it is no wonder my pants are falling off. I can has cheeseburger. Shit, i can has ten. Will it come back when i stop breastfeeding? Even a little of it? Please? I feel weird. And i don't know what size pants i need, because i think if i try to buy the littler ones they won't even hit my ankles, and that would not be cool. Um, but one thing i really like and would be very excited to keep, would be the going down a cup size. Also, bastards, could losing more than thirty pounds please make that little half-extra right under my chin ever go away? There is photographic evidence of it still existing as of yesterday. How is that fair? But, now i will never try to deliberately do anything in order to get rid of it, because it clearly won't go with diet or exercise or losing an extra kajillion calories a day. If it is stubborn enough to stick around when i am twenty percent less then i will learn to love it. By god. So there.

If i eat this entire bar of chocolate to feel better about being so damn skinny, does that count as two birds with one stone? ... Bleh. It's getting stuck in my crooked teeth. Stupid nougat.

And my dog is fat and i'm feeding her the rest of the rice, because i'm full and she likes it. And is desperate for attention this week.

Labels: breastfeeding, health

scrawled @ 18:57