Blob

The Mr. picked up our pictures from Christmas and the teenager's winter formal. Unfortunately, I am in some of those selected snapshots of our life and yes, i am a large blob. It was painful seeing the pictures, facing the reality, not liking myself. It was also humorous. Who is that fat old woman. I have no idea. I liked her thinner younger self more. I must give up food and put these tired joints on the tread mill.

Oh and as a side note, our cat is very fat too. Random, but true.