Plush

Ok - I am so addicted to reality shows. I watch them everynite.

I didn't see the Amazing Race last night. I was too busy watching The Biggest Loser.

The night before - I watched The Swan.

I am feeling like a gigantic, lard bucket whose arms wiggle and thighs jiggle while I watch these things.

The swan made two lovely sisters into hotties. Granted - they spend tens of thousands of dollars in a three month period to achieve this - but I have a credit card.

Then, The Biggest Loser. I have spoke of it before. These folks are obese. Every week they lose in excess of 10 lbs. Granted they have a trainer that busts their butt for two hours a day and everyone eating the same thing, watching out for everyone else.

Me - I have J and HB. Junk food junkies.

Mom, can we have Ice Cream?

Hon', can you make me a grilled cheese?

My Dad said something weird to me the other day. Since I last saw him I have put on weight from the Atkins thing. It came back on fast an furious. I have really been trying to get back onto the swing of things recently - with HB diet requirements and J now saying she won't eat anything with a face (another story for another day). But - I always have an excuse. I am now figuring - well I am gonna have to wait until after the New Year to get serious. Too many parties!!!!

Well- back to my Dad. He pointed out I had a pooch. Yes - ladies, he pointed it out. Its like the boy you have a crush on pointing out that you have a huge zit on your face.

Then he said - well you looked anorexic before. I don't know if he was covering for pointing out my pooch. My Mom of course intervened in the topic with - "She just ate."

Draw dropping. I know.

Well - I dropped the subject there - because I was eating black beans or something and I hate to think about my gut while I am piling in the food, ya know.

Does that mean I didn't look good lighter? People we are only talking 15 lbs so its nothing like the people on the Big Loser. It just offered me the opportunity to be a size 10 instead of a 12.
Or my Daddy - likes me....plush (seems nicer than fat).

I am usually quite comfortable with myself. I have spoken about it before. I have been 'plush' all my life.

But these shows are killing me. It makes me want to get off the couch and turn them off! It wants to make me....Gulp...Exercise and...Put down the sugar free cookies I just baked.

I know.

Scary.