I’m officially fat again. Don’t let anyone try to tell you different. It has become embarrassing. Like, I hate my body  and all of my clothes and am not a huge fan of going out in public. Which is unfortunate, considering I sort of have to, what with working full time. Oh, and tonight? Tonight my rock star husband has a gig that is very important to him, that I’m going to and am actually excited about, but I really don’t want to take this body with me (can I borrow yours?). I feel like I’m wearing a fat suit when I get this big, like a prisoner inside of a body that isn’t really mine. Something has to be done.