Rachel came to visit for a few days this week and I really had forgotten how much I miss her. I cried in the airport when I picked her up. Completely unexpected tears that just happened spontaneously when I saw her. It was nice to have her in the house and it made me feel more comfortable than I have felt in a while, mostly due to the chaos that seems to surround Megan.
I wasn’t surprised that she almost immediately mentioned my weight gain because it’s her style to be critical like that. She commented about how I have put on a few pounds and I told her all about how I have been consistently gaining weight for about a year now and I don’t know why since I haven’t made any changes to my diet or lifestyle.
It has not been a small change. I have been tracking my weight on an app and the line on the graph just keeps going up. I weighed myself this morning and was 174, and the app said I was “overweight.” The last time I weighed myself I was 175 and the app said I was “obese,” so I guess now I know where the line is. I was mortified when it said I was obese, but I had also prepared myself mentally for that idea. I knew I would get to that point eventually the way the trend was going.
I’m fat. I don’t look like my profile photo here anymore. I have a fatter face. I have arm fat. I have a belly. I’m not pleased with this at all. I suppose I need to actively diet, which I’ve never done in my life.
It hasn’t been that long since Rachel moved, and I’m up more than 30 pounds since then. Maybe I shouldn’t be surprised that she noticed. I used to wear size 6 jeans and now I have a pair of jeans that is size 14 that’s a little too tight on me.
If there’s any sort of bright side, when Rachel commented about my weight and I confirmed unnecessarily that I’ve gained several pounds, she then said that I looked really good. I gave her a confused look and she said that the extra pounds actually made me look better.
I gave her the whole “are you saying I looked bad before” argument, and she laughed that off and said I’ve always looked fine but that a little extra weight just improved my appearance. I admit I was flattered.
Not much else to write about. I could go on and on about the several times that Megan has pooped in her pants over the last few weeks, but I don’t feel like thinking about that right now.
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