Fuzz Balls

     Have you ever noticed the fuzz balls collecting on your pants? I'm talking about the area between your legs where your monster thighs rub together. It's not always noticeable, either.  It really depends on the fabric or material of your pants. Regardless, the tiny little fuzz balls are always there to the touch even when you can't see'em.  You can sit and pick them off one by one, but that's not going to rid these fuzzy little suckers.  After a an entire day of thigh rubbing, they'll return soon enough. Oh, don't fall too much in love with a pair of pants that fit comfortably.  Fuzzies are a sign that you're wearing away the material at an accelerated pace.  Tiny holes will appear, eventually. Your favorite lounge pants will be in the last of their days. Unless, you can pull off a Martha Stewart and sew on some really nifty patches.

     Oh, and let me tell you ... I love to wear Old Navy pajama pants.  I go with the seasons.  Valentine's Day is coming up and they'll have a cute little selection. The flannel material is a fuzz ball haven. Recently, I ripped the butt out of a pair.  Let's just say that I was glad this malfunction happened before I left the house. They weren't even that tight. I guess my fat cells shifted just right that day.  Speaking of clothes, have you ever noticed a fat girl wearing a hoodie on a hot day?  Yeah, I have been that girl.  Guilty as charged.  It's uncomfortable. I'm sweating my make-up off my 'pretty' face and my t-shirt that's being bogged down by my sweatshirt is sticking to my back. Okay, so, now you know that I even dress in layers on a hot day.  It's total torture.  But, we feel so much skinnier in a big ol' hoodie.  I feel like it's harder to see my fat rolls.  Or, maybe, I have this crazy little notion that I'm able to pull off looking roll-less. Anyway, I'm a hot mess in this sweatshirt and I just want to look good.  Please be kind and don't say to me, "Oh, you must be really hot!"  I'm going to deny it. I'm going to tell you that I'm not hot even when you can visibly see the sweat beading up on my forehead.

     I haven't been to the gym in a few days. I feel like crap already, too.  I'm already feeling tired.  A little anxious. And, I feel really, really guilty.  I know better!  Tomorrow, I'm back to the grind.  I've experienced a little hiccup this weekend due to outside stressors. I think it's all about my journey.  I can't run to Burger King for a BK Oreo Shake whenever I'm feeling the blues.