I carry my weight like a pregnant person. In my belly. I've always wished that, if my lot in life was to be fat, that I would be that kind of person who had a big butt.
That's not to say that my butt is little. It's just that....... well....... for sticking out parts, my belly wins. Hands down.
As of today, I've lost 23 pounds.
And, I swear to God, it's all been....
I. HAVE. CHICKEN. NECK. !!!!!!!!!
It gives me the creeps!
I pride myself on (usually) not looking fifty-seven. I don't think my face looks fifty-seven when I have on lipstick, eyeliner, and mascara. Which....those of you who know me.....know that I can't live without.
But now, all anyone has to do to know that I'm fifty-seven is look about five inches below my face.
My neck looks every bit of the fifty-seven years it's been around.
I'm going to have to become a scarf person.
But it will give me license to look more silly.
Or I could wear this thing all the time.
Which I think is supposed to go on my head.
But that looks even more weird.