A few thoughts
- If a container of baby powder is improperly closed, then it will spill all over the contents of the makeup bag in which it has been packed, giving them a nasty old appearance.
-If one's figure has successfully turned the corner from Slim into "A little sump'n sump'n to hold on to" (complete with BREASTS!) as a result of boredom-bingeing (TM) chez granddad, one gym visit and intense drinking of water and thinking healthy thoughts will not suffice to reverse the condition.
-Nor will trying on a tight leather skirt and trying to will one's ass into not looking hookerishly obscene in it.
-The gym visit will, however, be useful for the observation of the hideous yet strangely fascinating phenomenon of concave behinds in the dressing room.
-Nooooooo.... I'm not obsessed with butts. I promise. Nooooo. Particularly not my own.
-Also, pain of an unpleasant nature, as opposed to all that pleasant railroad spike through the jaw- pain, will result from this, indicating that future gym-visiting should be avoided at all costs.
-However, I feel slightly disloyal saying that, as an ex-jock, and do actually enjoy having my body function in a non-geriatric manner, so I might continue to work out. But only when necessary for sanity
Am actually not really concerned with the weight gain, beyond the amount of concern inherent in being female-- It's only a little bit, is mostly in the T & A area, which actually looks good, but having breasts again is a pain in the butt, as regards the clothing-obscenity department, and I really do prefer to not let my fat cells run wild and free and unchecked. Just a matter of downgrading my eating everything in sight for no reason whatsoever to simply eating the world, but only when actually hungry and when it's worth it. Mmmm.... foooooooood. Am going to a lovely Japanese / French fusion restaurant tonight. Yummy.
On another note: MY GRANDAD HAS A GIRLFRIEND! I SAW THEM KISS!
I think this is cute.