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The Adventures Of Zuzu Zombie, Undead Detective

Friday, April 15, 2011

fatty fatty two-by-four

I made a huge mistake.

Wanna know what it is?

I got happy with myself.

With what I looked like.

How I felt.


Now I'm fat.

Well, okay, not fat *fat*, but fat-ter.

I was, for the first time, absolutely *loving* myself and what I looked like after almost 20 years. This time of elation was unfortunately, followed by a black depression and I kinda let things slide. I put off the treadmill...ate a few things I shouldn't...drank *a lot* of things I shouldn't...and now I am as big as a house.

Okay, exaggeration.

I've gained 7 lbs.

But I feel like a fraking loser.

I haven't weighed in a while now. I am feeling much fear about going in tomorrow morning. I hope the women at WW don't laugh at me and throw stones, singing that sweet childhood schoolyard song of yore:

Fatty fatty two-by-four, can't get through the school room door!

What have we learned here children?

Never, EVER be content with who you are. You just get fat.

Peace, Love and (is that an eclipse? no, it's penny!) Zombies \IiiI


Mountain Witch said...

As big as a house?? With a 7lbs weight gain?? What the hell kind of house are you as big as??? Hahahaha. This just totally made me laugh but I am so with you. I have gained more than 7lbs. - I would be the Empire State Building - and it is really time to get serious and do something about it! Thanks for the encouragement, altho at some point I'm sure I'll be cursing you for bringing this to light! ;)

Debbie W said...

Don't beat yourself happens. At least you recognize it and can get a grip before it spirals out of control. You will be are sleeker now ~ can run faster and duck easier when they throw stuff. :)

Mejis said...

You are not fat. I'm pretty sure the women at WW won't laugh at you. I'm sure they go through the same thing. I know I do thanks to my stupid thyroid.

Magaly Guerrero said...

My weight fluctuates (not in the farting sense *grin*) 5-8 lbs every month. In the past I used to think that I bled the weight or something (yes, I've been stupid) then I realized that the ice cream and everything else that looks so much better when I'm PMSing might have something to do with it. Wanna know how I solved it? I bought period jeans.

What does all this have to do with your post? Not much, but I was trying not to yell at you for saying that you are fat and you don't like yourself; it seems that I failed because here it comes... what the beep is wrong with you! It's seven freaking lbs, you'll lose that in a couple of runs and if you don't, then it's just a bit more to love.

P.S. I'm eating sesame chicken, rice, popcorn, sweet as all hell tea, and something that must have been cake once, but now looks like... I'm not sure. Yep, is that time of the months. Period jeans tomorrow! WoooHooo!