The Weight

The wedding is over and the weight is coming back. I am starting to believe that fat wife syndrome is really true. I don't feel lazy -- but maybe I have been. I'm probably eating more...and not as good. It's not conscious, really. I just keep saying, "Oh one last serving of mashed potatoes won't kill me, right?"

The jeans are tighter.
The belly wobbles, more.
My fingers feel puffy.
I'm enormous.

I meant to grab my Moms bike yesterday so I could ride it to work once a week. I figured my boss would let me smell bad for one day a week. I forgot it though....darn! I'll just have to sit here and eat the rest of these mashed potatoes....