Here are a few of the things I don't like about my newfound fatness...
-How some parts of the sides of my back now hang down over themselves, like Ursula, in The Little Mermaid. In fact, we, in our family, call it "Ursula back".
-How it always seems to be hotter than before.
-How when I look up, like at the stars, I can feel the back of my head touching the fat on the back of my neck.
-And I thought my thighs rumbled before? Now it's just ridiculous!
-How people used to say, "You look really good for having five (or six or seven) kids. Now they don't say it much at all.
I think this post was inspired by the fact that I hit an all-time low last night. I had foolishly stayed up until 1 o' clock in the morning, using the babies' sleeping time as my fun time on the computer. Just as I was going to bed, Joseph woke up to be fed. After putting him back to bed at around 2, I innocently walked through my parents' kitchen to get a glass of water, only to be met unawares by half of a key lime cake. I was stressed out to the max after dealing with the babies all day, so, I think for comfort, I thought I'd take a quick forkful of frosting. Well, ten minutes later, the entire cake was a misshapen lump devoid of frosting or form. I went to bed feeling worse than ever, and now I am telling the world about it. Go figure!