So, here's the deal. Bottom line - I'm fat. Perhaps that's a bit harsh. Not so politically correct. I don't really care. I'm not here to sugar coat. I'm here to be honest.
I'm 33 years old and mother to a 12-year-old, 3-year-old and 2-year-old. Here's a typical conversation between me and whoever I'm whining at:
ME: I'm so fat. I'm so sick of it.
OTHER: (Patronizing tone) You're not fat.
ME: Ummm. Yeah. I am.
OTHER: Well, you just had two babies in a row.
ME: I know, but they're not babies anymore. My youngest is 2. There's no excuse. I shouldn't still be fat after two years.
OTHER: Well, you're in your thirties now. It's harder to lose weight.
ME: Tell me about it!
OTHER: (Sighs).
ME: Now say it! Say I'm fat.
OTHER: (Sighs). Okay, if that'll make you happy. You're fat.
ME: Thank you. Now, let's go get some ice cream.
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