Wednesday for lunch, I headed to El Arepazo with three of my co-workers. El Arepazo is a Venezuelan restaurant tucked away in an ally in downtown Columbus. The food is really good, fresh, and fairly healthy. Because it's in downtown Columbus, you can expect to walk a little bit to get to it. This particular day, it was also raining.
Now, let me explain a certain "phenomenon" to those of you reading who maybe have never had a weight issue. When you're fat and your clothes are tight, there's a lot more happening than just an uncomfortable feeling. As you move and especially as you walk, your clothes will walk their way up your body. I specifically struggle with the tank tops that I wear under my suite jackets and sweaters. If I don't hold to the bottom of it while I walk, it will work its way up my body until my fat gut is hanging out. I know - dead sexy!
Back to Wednesday, as we rushed towards El Arepazo, I had one hand at the bottom of my shirt and the other on my umbrella. At one point, I took my hand off my shirt to adjust something else. When I reached back to my shirt, I realized it hadn't moved! I realized that my shirt fit! Fit to the point that I didn't need to hold on to it! Fit to the point that I didn't have to worry about my gut hanging out! I stopped in the alley with the rain pouring down and hollered to my co-worker Deanna, "Deanna! My shirt fits! My gut's not hanging out!" It's good to have friends and supporters that you can share that sort of thing with - shout out to Deanna and Sondra!
Happily, I will never look like this! This little gem of a pic is courtesy of Tosh.0's blog.