Confession

This morning I was looking in my BF's fridge for something to eat. There was still a can of Reddi Whip from Thanksgiving laying there in the back of the fridge.

Poor, poor lonely neglected can.

I caved to the tune of 6 mouthfuls.

Then tonight while having dinner at a buffet, I noticed that my jeans had a hole in them.  My thighs have rubbed together enough to wear a hole near my crotch.  I feel like a whale (or in this case an overfed baby mouse).