Ugh. Bit of a weight-related rant here.
I feel good. I think I look good. But there are all these tiny little ambushes waiting that really irritate me.
Like my mom's freaky neighbor saying, "Wow, your face really changed!"
: What on earth does that mean? Is that a compliment, or are you saying my face got fat? If I hadn't been handed a grilled cheese 5 seconds before she said it, I probably would have just muttered "Wow, you're socially inept!"
Or my husband, who is naturally thin (5'8'', 150 pounds) and now wants to lose 10 pounds and get a six pack. Yes, please tell me about how much weight you lost this week, darling. Talk about it for an hour. That's just fascinating.
Some days, I just want to lay in state and have servants bring me plates and plates of croissants and chocolate bunnies and Krispy Kreme donuts. Instead, I drag my weary carcass to work and eat organic spaghetti-o's at my desk while checking email and getting pounded in the navel by Ninja Baby.
Why does our society not find pregnant women attractive, dangit??