domesticus rageous
So I am stomping around in a rage today.
“I am so fat. My thighs are fat. My stomach is fat. My butt is fat. How can I be this freaking fat? I have been working out. Why am I even bothering to work out? It is not like it is even doing anything. I am fat.”
I throw myself into the desk chair and stare at my fat thighs and fat stomach and fat butt and —
That voice of reason that sometimes turns on in my head — always unexpectedly — goes, Hello Max?
Oh great like I need that. What?
When do girls think they are fat when they are not fat?
Oh.
Maybe ripping up some Victoria’s Secret catalogs will appease me.
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22 Responses to domesticus rageous
Ripping up Victoria’s Secret catalogs works for me.
this is one of those posts that just tickles me silly.
but you didn’t answer….when do girls think they are fat when they are not fat?
call this my 6a.m. hateful post
morning max
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Oh jeesh Criminy. You were married. You know.
I wonder if I should pull those pants I threw in the trash in a rage back out. I bet they do not make me look as fat as I thought a couple days from now.
At least your Voice of Reason civilly calls you by your name…
I won’t even discuss how mine addresses me… or how I answer.
Kisses to you Max, whatever your shape.
You too, huh?
Bummer.
geez MAX, go save the britches. You know they’ll look better in a couple of days. You lightened my burden of hatefullness this morning
thank you
You do not get to call yourself fat.
women think that they are not fat when they are…. fucking dead!!!!
wait. is this a post from my favorite exercise maven-ette? Do my eyes deceive me?
I’m 5’2″ and weigh 149 pounds -on a good day. I weighed 215 at one time. You’re bitching to the wrong crowd Twiggy -evil grin-.
Is it distributed well? I find an underwire in the bra helps the tits stick out farther than the belly. A clear PLUS for women everywhere.
…and the men don’t seem to mind, either Rachael.
;)
I’ll second what Rachael said, “when they are fucking dead.”
What happened, you got weak and ate the chocolate? Is this chocolate guilt?
Um, Kitty, please surrender your girl card to the bailiff.
No way, I’m a lifetime member.
Scratch the chocolate guilt. Go eat some chocolate. Now.
You, fat? Oh come on honey I’ve seen the pics I’ve heard you say you don’t have issues with weight gain and therefore I totally think you’re imagining all this!
if anything, I should be worried… I’m at 136 or 138 right now! Oh wait – it’s muscle. Never mind. No, not never mind, most women would be freaking that they went up twenty pounds in weight!
Is it distributed well? I find an underwire in the bra helps the tits stick out farther than the belly. A clear PLUS for women everywhere.”
lol@Rach-good one.
Hell I’ve gained so much weight that I’m considering a new set of bolt-on’s!
Well it is not fat. It is pms.
according to my everknowing friend: you’re not fat untill your belly stick further than your boobs.
i like my rolls of lard.
according to my sister “during pms i divorce my husband. then i marry him again when it is over”
so fish out the pants from the garbage, Max. unless your favorite neigbor pilfered them.
That does not give the flat chested girls in the crowd [I am not naming any names here, um, me] much leeway, Blete.
max come on, you have the body, the hair and the beauty (i am not sure brain counts for much but you have that too).
all I have are the words of a friend who must have been an old leech in a previous life, because if girls have breasts, they can do no wrong in her world.
besides, roundbellied delicately chested women were the inspiration of several generations. big busted rounded ones were the inspiration of fertility tribe rituals.
“roundbellied delicately chested women were the inspiration of several generations. big busted rounded ones were the inspiration of fertility tribe rituals”
Blete you crack me up.
i live to serve. :)
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