Congratulations!!

Is that what everyone wants to hear? It signifies a celebration and if comes from someone else, then they’re celebrating with you.  Is there really any time you wouldn’t want to be congratulated?

Well… yes actually.  There was one.  That would be when you are walking past the professor you haven’t seen in a year and he says out of the blue ‘congratulations’.

Then there’s a pregnant pause.

Ha ha.

And then suddenly you realize exactly what he’s congratulating you for.  And you look down at your belly and well…

Look, this could be a post about how incredibly stupid it is to ever say something to a woman unless you know she’s actually pregnant (I don’t think most could laugh it off like me and then wait to cry).  And it’s not going to be about how I had to make a choice between laughing it off, stabbing my professor or stabbing everyone in the room and then eating a pint of ice cream…

No.  Let’s face it.  It’s done and either I resent the people who were witness to it and thus make the rest of the semester miserable or I try to move on.

And the overwhelming theme of last night was something like that. Move on.  But more importantly, this is my breaking point.

This is where it finally sinks in that I am not just pleasantly chubby or slightly overweight or hey the scale is just off today. No, I’ve officially reached the ‘false pregnancy’ stage of my weight gain.

And it sucks.  A lot.

So… look, there’s one thing that works and I know, Superbowl this weekend and all but Weight Watchers is the only thing that’s ever worked.  But it doesn’t if I dick around and don’t do the actual program.

Okay, so… what am I supposed to do now? It’s one thing to say “DO THE PROGRAM” and another to… well actually do it.

This is the problem with writing things right before I go to sleep.

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