There have been two circumstances in my life that I have been okay with my weight gain. First, pregnancy. If my body is going to get that deformed, hells yeah I'm gonna indulge a little. Second, weaning myself off of antidepressants. Woot! So that's the good news-- I'm off my meds. (Although I have quite the supply stashed as I am pretty sure they will come in handy at some point later in my life.) The bad news-- I've packed on an easy 20 pounds. Yikes!
My biggest concern gaining that much that quickly was that people would think I was pregnant. I dreaded the day someone would ask, "When are you due?!" or say, "I didn't know you were expecting!" There are a million ways to phrase it, but if you're not preggers, they all translate to, "Wow. You are a tub of lard."
Thankfully that day never came... not yet anyway. Instead, I got this:
After months of not going, I finally went to Women's Basketball at the church on Wednesday night. It was awesome. I always have so much fun when I go. I can't walk for like three days afterwards, but still a ton of fun. Anyway, not too far into our game, Jolene and I (playing on opposite teams) jumped up to grab the same rebound. I ended up with the ball and she took a quick swipe at it before making her way back down to the other end of the court. She missed the ball, grabbing me instead. By now she was a few paces ahead of me and called back, "Sorry! Was that your boob?" To which I replied, "No, that was my gut."
So there you are-- I'm chubby enough that a handful of my gut feels like a booby. Good times. Worse than being mistaken as pregnant? I haven't decided yet.
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