Chubby

This happens often.  I like to pretend that I least expect it. But, I have been in this very place before.  It is called chubby.  That's right, currently I have the feeling of chubbiness.  While it is hard to describe, I often feel full around the middle and uncomfortable in my clothes.  Ten pounds plus is usually when I feel it.  That feeling that nothing but my yoga pants are comfortable.  Sometimes, I think it is a punishment.  Was I judgmental to someone?  Is this why I am currently weighed down by my extra pounds.  Is it the psychic? Did he in his rant on yelp.com put a hex on me?  No, it is none of the above.  The culprit is always the same.  They usually come as a pair: Restaurants and noodles.  Yes, I am a glutton for noodles.  The craving runs deep through my Italian blood down to my very DNA.  There is never a day I don't crave them.  It's twin evil is the restaurant.  Tired from work I tend to avoid cooking. I love to cook.  I truly enjoy it despite my numerous disasters and meltdowns in the kitchen.  But, from Monday to Friday I see myself weaseling out of this integral task.  The Publick House, Jimmy's, Athan's, Chill, Tasty Burger, and Brown Sugar taunt me on my drive home from work with their easy ways. And, I succumb to them.  Then usually after two or three weeks of this binge-fest, I awaken from my comma of carbs and realize my pants don't fit. Ten pounds goes on so quickly and comes off so slowly.  I always tell myself today is the day to stop eating like it doesn't matter.  But something usually sets me off.  Friends can be trouble too.  I love them all, but often our hanging out involves food and my good intentions go down with my scoops of ice cream. Today though the wall of determination was struck.  Like in previous times, I need to get to a certain point where I simply cannot take the discomfort any longer.  I usually feel this way in the bathroom drying my hair in front of the mirror.  I rush out into the living room and demand that David and I start caring again about our intake.  Particularly since it is so connected to our overall health and perhaps my darling cervix. We pinky swear to eat veggies all week and to cook for ourselves again. We pinky swear to go for a jog regardless of the weather conditions.  And, I know that we are on the upswing from our downward spiral.  I know this because we have been on that upswing before too.  We are good partners for this part just as we are good partners in our bingeing. Hopefully, fingers-crossed these good eating habits will stick this time!

So good bye delicious frump from last night's dinner party & good-bye delicious rocket pizza from yesterday too.  You are too tasty but too plumpish-making for us to continue our friendship.