I've included a close up of my kitchen countertop because I would love some feedback as to what color appliances I should buy. As you can see, the cupboards are white. I'm leaning towards black appliances... what do you think?
The new boy really has something against fat chicks. This bothers me, but not that much, because I’m not fat ... anymore. When seeing pictures of the “old” me, he feels the need to remind me that he would have never talked to me if I still looked like that.
I can only appreciate his blunt honesty. And hope that most guys think this way, and my boy isn’t an exception - he just happens to speak his mind.
Yesterday I ate some peanut butter, and by “some” I mean about 1 cup. I love peanut butter – and because I can’t eat it on crackers, I simply eat it out of the jar with a spoon. (Judge me all you want – the other peanut butter lovers will understand where I’m coming from.) Anyhow, peanut butter makes my stomach puff out substantially like most sugary products do. (I should also mention that I pigged out on chips at mom’s party this past weekend.) When The Boy came over for his weekly steak dinner last night, he made a comment that my “stomach has gotten bigger.”
I can only assume he saw the look on my face and quickly added, “Just kidding.” I calmly and honestly explained to him that I was a chubby kid and a fat girl, and I’m very aware of my physical appearance and do not need to be reminded. And, just like how I will never understand his deep-seeded passion for Oilers hockey (or why he gets so grumpy when they lose), he will never understand the pressure that girls feel to be physically perfect or the extreme self-consciousness that comes from it. I added that if I gained 10 pounds and he chose to dump me because of it, he should lie to me about why he’s ending the relationship and not scar me for life and tell me that it’s because I’m fat.
Now I’m off to do some sit-ups.
