TMI

I've put on a little weight lately. Only about 5 pounds, but I'm kinda short and 5 pounds makes enough of a difference. And I'm bloated. So NOTHING fits me. I have approximately 3/4 of my closet on my bed, because I hate my clothing and nothing fits and I'm going to work in pajamas. (In the interest of complete TMI and full disclosure, I move around too much at night to actually wear pajamas, so no, I'm not going to work in my pajamas, which are my birthday suit.)

Ahem. Between the weight and the bloat, in the morning I look pretty chubby with my pants stretched out nicely over what looks to be a three months pregnant belly and by the end of the day I look to have progressed a couple of months and it hurts because it's so bloated and I was rubbing it the other day when I walked to the post office and this lady looked at me like she wanted to ask when I was due until I glared at her and promptly stopped rubbing my bloat baby.

Crap. I guess I need to stop waddling over to the large bags of potato chips that I have been devouring lately but I'm a stress eater and the stress? It is eating me out of pants and skirts. Between money (lack thereof) and significant other (significant lack thereof) and Boy 1 and my dad, geez my dad, and did I mention money and Boy 2 is away at camp forever and I have a crack in my windshield and my brakes are going and the inspection is due this month and jesus where did I put that bag of chips?