Weight obsessed much?
Does it make me a little crazy that I'm like "wow, I'm going to see my cousins who I haven't seen in 3 years in like three weeks. I need to hit the gym and lose some effin weight"?
Because seriously, the thought had not crossed my mind, and then my brother said something about going to the gym so he wouldn't look all weak next to one of our cousins, and then it hit me. The last time I saw them, I was dating the Smoot, horrifically depressed, and definitely at the lowest point of my life. I was, however, nice and thin. So instead of focusing on the fact that I'll be meeting my favorite cousin's wife for the first time, he'll be meeting my husband for the first time, and it'll be great to actually see the extension of my dad's family that I actually LIKE, I am, naturally, thinking "damn, I weigh like 20 pounds more than I did the last time I saw them. Fuck."
Yeah.
The "does it make me crazy" question was rhetorical.
Because I am.
And I know it.
Because seriously, the thought had not crossed my mind, and then my brother said something about going to the gym so he wouldn't look all weak next to one of our cousins, and then it hit me. The last time I saw them, I was dating the Smoot, horrifically depressed, and definitely at the lowest point of my life. I was, however, nice and thin. So instead of focusing on the fact that I'll be meeting my favorite cousin's wife for the first time, he'll be meeting my husband for the first time, and it'll be great to actually see the extension of my dad's family that I actually LIKE, I am, naturally, thinking "damn, I weigh like 20 pounds more than I did the last time I saw them. Fuck."
Yeah.
The "does it make me crazy" question was rhetorical.
Because I am.
And I know it.