no fat chicks

I knew I was carrying some extra weight, but I didn’t know just how much until today’s bra-shopping expedition.  Let’s just say that I was confronted by barm the likes of which I haven’t seen before (at least not on me).  Which might explain why i’m in a somewhat craptacular mood today.  I’ve been slacking on my novel a bit–but i’m confident i can make it up with my plan of attack, which consists of dictating on my way to and from work, then transcribing in the evening.  Now if i could just figure out how to write away 20 pounds.  

 Of course, there’s a 20% chance I might be pregnant, in which case my barm and me will grow quite familiar with each other over the next 10 months or so.  Bleh.