My stomach gets in the way when I try to paint my toes. It’s not a pretty site, me all scrunched up trying to give myself a pedicure. I opt to go to the nail salon when I can, but sometimes I’m in penny pinching mode and do it myself. The problem is…my tummy gets in the way!
I’m sitting here at a conference, and one of the things that I notice is how close the chairs are together. If you don’t fit the standard size of person, you need an end to be comfortable. I’m straddling at the end, with one leg under the table, and yet anotehr around it.
Seeing my thighs or belly grow…equals growing pains!
I was listening to a talk show yesterday, and the host mentioned something about extra payments clients will have to make on health care costs for being overweight. It came down to something like $25 extra a month if you weighed over a certain amount. They were discussing the ins and outs, the fair, the unfair, but relying heavily on the argument that fat people are lazy.
Some people “live large”…I just “live larger”.
