I had to get my fat pants out of the closet this morning.
I've been on a bit of an eating fest since the beginning of Thanksgiving week. S/O left for a trip on the Saturday before Thanksgiving and I started this Morgan Spurlock-like fast food binge. Normally, my Supersize Me binges only last for two or three days at a time, but right after Thanksgiving week, I started jury duty. There are, literally, only fast food places to eat around the courthouse so my fast food binge has lasted for two meals a day for two full weeks (I know, you're thinking, "Two meals?" Yum … fast food breakfast!!!).
Wow! Can I just say that it is SHOCKING how fast you can revert to being the fat kid that you were in high school by eating a sustained diet of fast food? I was a fat kid. Objectively, I'm no longer a fat person, but still bear the fat kid scars in the space between my ears. My fat kid scarring came from things like having to shop for my back-to-school pants in the "husky" (aka: fat kid) section at Sears. When I graduated from high school I was three inches shorter and 50lbs heavier than I am now. In college I made my outer body "un-fat" by working out compulsively six days a week. I had a debate tournament to go to on Saturday so I didn't get a work out in, but that is the first workout I missed in, like, six months.
Having to get out my fat pants (which are these ugly brown things) is, for me, kind of like when a drug addict hits bottom. I'm now back on the bandwagon. NO MORE JUNQUE FOOD!!! The horrible thing about fat cells, though, is that they seem to enlarge about six times faster than they shrink so the painful die with a t process will have to last well into the new year which pretty much sucks.
I hate dieting, but I hate how I feel when I'm chunky boy even worse. Screw you, fat cells!!! Screw you!!!