Fatty Fatty Fat Fat!

Recently, a couple different people have asked me if I've lost weight. I used to think this was flattering, but now I realize that they're really just calling me fat. Because, first of all, I'm pretty sure that I haven't lost any weight. Second, that's really only a question you ask fat people. You don't walk up to the emaciated skin and bones person and ask them if they've lost weight. Now, I'm not saying that it's intended as an insult. Quite the opposite, I think that these people are trying to compliment me. But it reveals that even though my clothes might mask it better that day or something, they really think of me as tubby. And these aren't skinny people who are saying this, either. No, it's other rotund folks.

I'm okay with it though. No insult intended, none taken. Although, now that I think about it I do partake of some pretty arduous ass-sitting all day at the office. And then I do several more reps ass-sitting in class. Unless, of course, it's not a school day. Then I do some full-on sprawling and lounging on the couch. Yeah, maybe they're right. I think I have lost weight.