On the path.
“Just a second, there’s a fatass in my way.”
Not the words I’d exactly like to hear on my way home today. Not the words that I’d like to hear any day, but especially not today.
A day where I conquered my sweet tooth at work for the first time in weeks. A day where I know that I’m still holding steady at a decent weight – not the most ideal weight, mind you – but a decent weight. Sure, it was a day where I may have looked dumpy based on the jeans that are a size too big and a loose blouse. But I should have been proud of myself.
I have enough self-esteem issues regarding weight. I don’t need some naive 20-year-old talking on her cell phone while biking contributing to them. Right?