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...and apparently I'm now a size 10.

This isn't fun any more.


I have been eating cheesecake, and when I got sick of cheesecake for breakfast, I switched to bacon. I grant you, unpacking burns a certain number of calories, but I haven't been hiking or anything. I am eating as much at a sitting as I can stand. I'm drinking chai lattes instead of tea when I remember, to try to get some extra calories in there. I have been mowing through the Halloween candy. I replaced my diminished pasta intake with rice as much as possible, so I'm eating a helluva lot of Chinese takeout (mostly beef and broccoli.)

And still...down another size. What, do I have a tapeworm or something? Consumption? Demonic possession?*

I look great, don't get me wrong. The hips and ass are still pretty well intact, and I'm still a D cup. But I want this to STOP. I was happy at 12. 12 was fine.  10 is just getting stupid on a woman of my height and bone structure. Back when he was helping me move into my apartment, my ex-husband hugged me, said "My god!" stared a bit, and then said "Your waist is waaaay too small for the rest of your body." I have recently been accused of being petite. I have not been petite in ten years. (Actually, I currently look better than I did in college, when I was skinnier, but had no rack to speak of.)

Now, I realize nobody's got any sympathy, and trust me, I don't blame you, but here's the thing. I wouldn't mind--I'd be delirious with joy--if it would just STOP. I was anticipating that after I went on the meds, everything would stabilize and I'd gain back five pounds or so, go back to my regular exercise and stir-fry regimen, and life would be beautiful. But the fact that I am STILL losing weight is really...just...messin' with me. Where does it end? Crimony. I don't want to lose the curves! I like the curves! The curves are me!

*sigh*

On the bright side, now that it's fall, the large fluffy socks that I love are back in all the stores. I wear them with Birkenstocks. It is a dreadful fashion faux pas, but these days, I'm pretty sure nobody's lookin' at my feet.



*I would actually find that the least alarming of the three, particularly if it could be persuaded to take over some of the grunt work.

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ursulav

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Ahhhhh.
On the VERY bright side, it's nice that my blog can even scare my agent.

"Soo...Nurk's Amazon rank is 1500 and some at the moment. It was in the 900s last night."

"What? How did THAT happen!?"

"Blog."

"...fuckin' A. That's amazing."

A big thanks to everybody who pre-ordered--obviously it won't STAY there, but damn, that's cool. You guys rock on toast.