Ever have those days, weekends, weeks where all you do is eat, eat, and eat? Lately, I’ve had a few [days, weekends, weeks!] like that. Although I haven’t gained weight (at least I don’t believe I have and clothes affirm this), I feel like I have. And when I look in the mirror, I see a body that’s dirigible sized.
I can totally understand how it’s possible to move from a size 6 to a size 16 in a matter of weeks. Wouldn’t be hard. Just keep shoveling in the fat-laden cheesy quesadillas and super-size nut-laced chocolate bars. Very nummy and totally non-nutritious (okay, maybe the nuts count for something).
Used to be so careful about what I consumed. Not sure where, when and I why I’ve become unconcerned or reckless when it comes to food. Is it stress? Worry? Apprehension? Or simply gluttony? Maybe a little of one, some of the other. Terrible excuses for sucking back grease and sugar.
I’m certainly old enough to know better. Like to think I’m wise enough too, but that’s up for debate these days. And I really don’t want to add to the American statistics of 72% of men and 64% of women being overweight or obese. I don’t look good in pup tents or muumuus.
Ever have those days, weekends, weeks where all you do is . . . . . .