pop goes the weasel and the weasel goes pop!

As I mentioned, my last vacation was a food fest, one that didn't really stop when I returned. You see, my travel partner is a chocolatier and between the chocolate I bought and she gifted me, I continued to shovel eat. 

This, on top of the emo eating I'd been doing since late Fall, brought me to the moment when I was standing in line for coffee and I heard a sharp ping on the floor. That ping my friends, was the fastener/stud/very hard to pop off your jeans, popping off my jeans. Apparently the strain was too much.

Luckily the coffee shop was empty and no one noticed. I could relish this embarrassing moment all to myself, noticing the flip book imagery flashing before my eyes as I remembered all of the moments recently when I've felt too much hanging on my frame.

That's how an extra 10 lbs. feels on my body, like it's too much for me to carry. I feel my skin pressing and confined in my clothing. I feel my boobs sitting on a newly formed roll; the same roll I felt sitting on my thigh the other morning when I leaned over.

I'm trying to not rake myself over the coals beat myself up for ending up here. Again. I'm actually relieved that I'm not talking myself into another story of why my clothes are tighter. This not feeling good in my body is, very simply, too many calories in combined with not enough movement. Even if I'd been exercising every day, the caloric consumption needs tweaking. 

Thankfully there's my pooch who has kept me from having to shop for larger clothes with our daily, vigorous walks. It does not go unnoticed that I'm very much like the senior citizen encouraged to keep their heart healthy and active with a pet.