I've put on a little weight since moving here. Given the hours I work and the food choices available, it's not that surprising. It doesn't help that my body doesn't have the I-still-look-like-a-Q-tip-even-though-I-had-2-tubs-of-lard-for-dinner feature built in. Given the options I have, I just try to pick the less greasy items at our company caf (I'm practically vegetarian now), and squeeze a bit of exercise into my schedule.
Well, I'd bought some fruit tea from Bodum the other weekend and was happily brewing up a storm. The fruit tea is a little sour. So, I added a bit of sugar. I ended up adding an entire packet of sugar to that first mug. (But for the record, I take it plain now.) I MSN'ed my coworker about adding a pack of sugar to a mug.
"You will be getting fat because of it," he replied.
"I'm already fat anyway." (Yeah yeah, I've turned into one of those women who constantly complains about being chunky.)
But here's the kick to the head. He then messaged me,
"No. Your butt's a little big, but the rest of you is okay."
UM. OUCH?
[Fast forward one week]
I was working on presentation slides with another coworker. It was getting late and we were wanting to get out of there so we could go for a jog. And then, completely unprovoked, he said to me,
"You seem fatter after 10PM."
....?!?
"I'm sorry. Would you mind REPEATING THAT AGAIN...?"
He didn't dare. Smart choice.
Add to that my maternity dress incident.... *sigh*
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