Thank goodness it's finally Spring. I was this close to slipping into Fatty-Potatty world. Out of the land of Reasonably Chubby into the nightmare of why is my chair still attached to my bottom when I walk across the room?
And the crazy thing is it happens every winter. Since the time I was born. Every winter I'm holed up like a little gopher eating pie until the time change occurs. By the time I open my door and let the sunshine in my pupil's expand so quickly I'm almost blinded. My mother will vouch for this. "Yep, she was always a tan little RC every summer, but when winter hit, she just puffed right up and cried for pie."
It's the same song and dance. From the dawn of the ages until exactly one minute ago...when I realized it's time to put the stretchy pants away and buy a bathing suit. (*cue-music from psycho).
I've got to go pray now.