I went over to my co-worker, Cathy, today, with a question.
"Remember when you were fat?" I asked. "Did you ever wake up and discover a new roll that just popped up?"
A little background: Cathy and I have worked together for years, and both struggled to lose weight. She's a big winner in that department, and lost lots with a combination of diet and working out (She looks fabulous, too! I'm hoping to get her to share her weight-loss story with you guys as a guest blogger, but we'll chat about that another time).
Anywho, when we were both big girls, we laughed and joked - a lot - so, she wasn't offended when I asked her my questions (And for those of you who know Cathy, it takes A LOT to offend her!)
After she laughed until her face turned red, she responded.
"Oh yes. . . that still happens sometimes."
Tell me about it.
This morning, I woke up at the UnGodly time of 4:45 p.m. to go to the gym.
At the gym, I noticed a new wringle in my reflection.
A new, full-sized roll of jelly has taken up residence in my already full midsection.
I'm guessing it did not get the memo that we're kicking out other tenants, and that there is no vacancy for more fat.
It bounced heartily as I cycled, and I wondered where it had been hiding, and where it had come from.
Don't get me wrong - my belly wasn't flat yesterday. . . I just don't remember it being quite this . . . big and jiggly.
I wondered - had the fat fairy been by while I was sleeping?
Damn her!!!!
AlthoughGAIN WEIGHT to many the fuss is all about loosing the excess fresh, a few others wish they could grow a little fuller.