Nope. Speakers still not done. He's still working on it. I'm still eating the chocolate.
Though I'm eating the chocolate sparingly, soon I'll be composed of only fat and sweetness. It matches my fat sweet face. When I started blogging 5 years ago, I weighed 190. I'm 5'8." Now I'm almost 250.
Most of it has come on in the last year, AND, mind you, it has caused international concern. The German pharma company that makes my experimental drug called my clinical trial nurse so she could ask me, "Why are you gaining all this weight?"
Why? Because I've been fat and I've been thin, and fat is waaaaay better.
- Stately matron matches my personality better than Jessica Rabbit.
- I don't like my body, but I never liked my body. I was 110 at one time. Hated my ass. Hated my thighs. Now I'm quite content with my thighs. They are quite in proportion with my round belly and thick calves. My broad face widens my natural pinhead.
- I no longer think I'm being "bad" when I eat. Gotta eat. Sometimes, gotta eat chocolate.
The only time I am disgusted with myself is when I'm getting ready for bed Sunday night, when my hair's flat and greasy and I'm spotty and bloated and covered in crumbs. But, if I were 110? I bet I'd hate myself just the same.
Plus, I had dinner with the Heartless Cows and one of them is delighted I weigh more than she does.