Fat Tuesday

I find it quite apropos that my birthday falls on Fat Tuesday this year. I have been feasting all week for my birthday. There have been lunches, dinners, desserts, movie theatre popcorn, ice cream and the biggest blowout is yet to come. Sunday will be my feast, cooked up by my friend, Chad. We are having Banana's Foster Banana Bread French Toast, as well as some other goodies. Could. You. Die? Brinner - there is nothing better. Happy that I have one more meal to look forward to before my fasting begins.

At any rate I think the amount of sugar that has been consumed in this past week alone has put me precariously close to becoming diabetic if I do not hop on the workout bandwagon soon. My knee is so much better in the way it feels, but not in the way it sounds. And no, I have not gone to the doctor about it quite yet. Still waiting on the insurance debacle that is my life. (My own fault.) But what concerns me more than the knee, if you can believe it, is the fact that I can visibly notice a double chin in any way I hold my face. Hot... Yes, this concerns me more than the knee. This makes me have to face the fact that I have become...wait for it...fat. What? Shocker! On top of that I feel gross. I feel like I will literally have to roll myself off the couch pretty soon. I have twice in the past week alone spilled food on my shirt. This to me is a blaring warning horn for the fat to come. For some reason when I am fat, the probability of food hitting my clothes before hitting my mouth increases ten fold.

On top of feeling fat, I ripped through my last decent pair of jeans. The others barely fit and are too short so unless I roll them (weather permitting), I look ridiculous. It has gotten so bad, my mom took pity on me and bought me some new jeans. I refuse to buy any clothes until I lose some weight. This, I do not recommend. I look like a homeless person most of the time. It is hard to believe that clothes that will barely fit over my shoulders, once fit me well. That was only a year ago. So here I am stuck with my mom jeans (No, I am not a mom, just like to rock the style c/o my mom) feeling gross. So it begins.