07 April 2009

good grief, i actually like this get up

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It struck me this morning to try on my size sixes and, whoa, I just poured myself and not very uncomfortably into some ratty old size six peggers... er... uh... I think they're called "skinny jeans" now... anyway, tight, meant to fit tightly, pants.

I assure you, I weigh radically more than anyone else who fits in size six jeans.

This is SO weird.

Are my bones made of lead? I'm serious. I'm always some thirty pounds heavier than others my same size. What in the hell is that about? Does Earth's gravity work differently on woman from Planet X, or whut?

No, it isn't my boobs. That could only be maybe ten pounds of it.

I'm completely stranged-out over this again right now... so... who in the heck knows what I'm going to do about it.... You know... I think I'm going to the store to make sure the strategic part of the number 8 didn't wear off the size tag here and I just think it says 6... that my memory for purchases made over ten years ago is just playing a trick on me here. So if I can confirm after this scientific expedition that I am actually, verifiably back in a size six pants, then I'm going to have to reässess my whole weight loss scheme... start concentrating more on the fitness part of this operation.... Oh. My. Gawd.

Six?

Maybe I can get a job modeling in a codger babe catalog.... :-P

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