Yesterday, a man who I see five days a week, asked me, "Are you losing weight?"
Cool, I thought. All of my hard work is finally starting to show.
Proudly I replied, "Well, YES! I'm actually working really hard at it."
Expecting a pat on the back or at least a somewhat positive response, he said, "Well. You'd better not lose too much. Men like women with a little meat on their bones."
If after all of this time, he has failed to notice how meaty my butt is?
He should apply to the state for free medical benefits cuz clearly, he is severely visually impaired (or he could just be a crackhead).
BLOG ADDENDUM: I have a huge family. Together, we are always celebrating something (with food, of course). Despite all of the "family shindigs" that I've been attending, including TWO this past week, Operation Ass Shrinkage is still right on target. This was the result of today's morning weigh-in:
Of course, I am extremely happy about my weight loss. However, I can probably get to my goal much faster if I hang this sign on my house:
This summer, I plan on wearing a bathing suit on a public beach. I'm not opposed to using restraining orders against ALL of my relatives to get there.