bonbons and belly
Saturday, March 13, 2010
My jeans were growing less and less comfortable as the night progressed and the chips level in the bowl went down. Logic knew the two stood in direct correlation with each other. But the discomfort was not enough to keep my hand from doing its circular motion bowl, mouth, lap, bowl, mouth, lap...
I was uncomfortable, sitting on a day-bed without any back support and my belly in the air if I tried to lean back against the wall. Pulling my leg up was awkward and my jeans strained and my belly squished. Yeah, not comfortable at all. I wonder if - ironically - the discomfort made me eat even more? Who knows.
Still, one of the girls gave me a compliment as we left the dinner. It encouraged me to hear a friendly word from someone who didn't have to say anything at all, unless they chose to.