I need to buy paint for this year's pumpkin-belly - maybe a paint roller too, because it's getting harder to reach every year π The worst part isn't getting the paint on, though, since there are long brushes... reaching to wash all the paint off is the biggest challenge π
Fat moment of the day - stopping into the corner shop to buy snacks. Using a Pringles tube to try and knock down desired cheesy popcorn from the top shelf. Failing to knock said snacks down, but in the struggle my gut bumps into the shelf and knocks two bags of spicy cheese doodles to the ground. Struggles to bend over far enough to pick the bags up off the ground... fails, and instead manages to bump my ass into the opposite shelf and almost knock the products over. Admits defeat and goes to pay for the 2 out of 3 desired snacks that I was able to reach π
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Women getting stuck
I've been a fan of stuckage for as long as I can remember. It used to be that I enjoyed others getting stuck, but once I started putting on weight, it inevitably turned me into the stuckee π
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I was at the cinema for a very long viewing, and I didn't think too much of the seating as I could sit down okay... even though it definitely squeezed my sides as I sat down. I didn't consider myself to be stuck, since I could slide out forwards (with some effort), but every time I tried to shift/adjust in my seat, it was a very different experience. I had absolutely no wriggle-room, and attempting to lift myself even slightly to adjust my position just illustrated how I was absolutely fused to the spot. There was absolutely no way I could budge, but forwards π
I do wonder what the people behind me must've thought each time I seemingly tried to lift out of my seat, but moving absolutely nowhere π
Ever since I started gaining weight, most of it has gone to my belly, and it's easy to miss when other parts start to gain - my clothes are usually stretchy and oversized for comfort. I'm quite sure my ass must've gotten fatter lately, though, because when I sit down I'm taller than I'm used to. I tower over a few friends of similar heights when we're sat on the same sort of seat, and I know my head is closer to the ceiling in cars now π
Got a new position at work, new title, new desk, new chair... The way I have to wriggle myself between these armrests is getting ridiculous. I should probably see about having them removed... before I end up utterly wedged between them π I'd rather not have my ass stuck in it while said armrests are removed π
I visited a cafΓ© with my friend, and I was planning on having a big lunch later so decided to only have a drink, while my friend ordered a full English breakfast. When she went to order for us, the old lady at the till asked if I wasn't having anything to eat, and my friend just jokingly said to bring an extra set of cutlery so I could eat whatever she doesn't finish. The sweet old lady ended up bringing me almost an entirely loaded second plate for no extra charge π Either her grandmotherly urge to keep everyone well fed is just that strong, or she's secretly a feeder π
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