“This
joke is on you missy”, that seems to be the message the story writers of my
life seem to be keen on directing towards me off late!
Know how I’ve been swooning over the moon about my recent
achievement (read: gain in weight)? Know of how elated I’ve been because there’s
been a significant needle movement on the scale (the last time I checked)?
Then you definitely know how much this meant to me – you’ve
read the testimonies of grief I’ve been subjected to because of my
not-so-ampleness!
And right there in the middle of this joy being celebrated
over more cheesecakes is what I’d like to classify as a paranormal activity.
Sale season is here. Or at least was around until at least a
week ago. And I’d been somehow lured into walking into a store to check some
stuff out. Checking ‘em out led me to actually finding a pair of pants that
caught my eyes and hence I decided to give it a try. In my new Zen state of
awareness I pick up a size that’s larger than what I’d otherwise fit into.
Lo and behold! Pant won’t fit. I walk out with a grin decide
not to bother any further. It’s established. I need to start looking away from
familiar racks to those that stack a bigger size.
Now here’s where the cosmic joke kicks in -- two days ago, I
was raiding my own wardrobe and found myself a pair of pants. Slipped in and
realized I’d need a belt. Not to accessorize, but to hold ‘em in place. A quick
check-in on the size and guess what? This pair of pant is a size smaller than
the one I didn’t quite manage my way through only a couple of days ago.
W.T.F.!
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So this continues…
some of things I own restrict my movement because I’m suddenly rendered too big
to be in them anymore and some others, well, still need the alterings, the
belts, the whatnots…
I’m convinced – the joke is on me!
And as if this wasn’t strange enough, over a seemingly generic
conversation the topic veered towards weight issues. To which my parents
unanimously chimed in, “Don’t worry about your weight. Be grateful that unlike
others you don’t have to tone/slim down!”
What?
No more bashing me on how little I eat. Good riddance.
Being a personified rodent in the house nibbling into almost everything is
proving to be a boon.
So what if I’m not the last one laughing? I’m the happy one
eating to my heart’s content!!!
