|ca. 2003, after a 30-mile bike ride.
I thought I was fat.
|2006: I called this one “jelly belly.”|
|2014: The cupcake exception.|
Because—you know. Tomorrow. I wish I could say it will be the last time I diet, that I’ll never again succumb to the power of cake, that I’ll never sneak a peppermint patty in the car, that I won’t cave in to the desire to enjoy an IPA every day after work. And I’m fine with that. But what I’m not fine with is spending the rest of my life uncomfortable in elastic-waist clothing when there’s a chance, however slim, that I can be uncomfortable in a pair of size 8 skinny jeans.