Spent lunch break buying new pair of jeans slightly too small.
Is all part of Fish's Freak Out Diet. V. cute jeans providing much needed motivation. Am quite certain is part of some hormonal short circuit, but have also let self get away with consumption of too many food products, paired by hours on tush watching rerun tapes of Sex and the City. Resulting in Unhappy To Be Me Fish. Must drop ten pounds immediately or will fall into previous winter-is-coming rut and start storing caloric reserves like some hibernation-ready she-bear with enormous attitude problem. Not pretty.
Have also quit M&Ms. Am v. brave, must say. After entire year of pack-a-day habit, have quit...at least until v. cute, slightly too small jeans fit nicely on fishy hips, that is.
B, roommate of J, sent following limerick to yours truly this afternoon. Have not quit laughing.
I promise that you are not obese.
Your jeans still fit, without grease.
What? I think that's fly!!
Heck, I'll even try...
And say, I think that I'd want a piece!!!
God love 'im. Nothin' like a classy invitation to sex to make a gal get over her current body-image issues! Must say, did brighten dull afternoon. Indeed.
Posted by This Fish at October 21, 2002 03:42 PM