by Beks
There is a woman at work who always says, ‘You and I are the same size so…’ and somehow relates it to something we are talking about. Every time she says this, I get annoyed. We are not the same size. She’s four inches shorter and 15 pounds heavier.
There is another woman at work who I believed was my size. The woman was making a comment about how small my baby bump was and mentioned she was much larger when she was pregnant. A co-worker overheard us talking and remarked, ‘Yeah, but you’re so thin, a grape would make you look pregnant! What do you weigh? 100 pounds soaking wet?’
The woman replied, ‘Well, I try to keep it above 105 but it’s a struggle.’
Whoa. Hold up. 105?!?!
I haven’t seen 105 on the scale since… since… well… I saw it when I flew past it morning. Let’s just say it hasn’t actually stopped at 105 in a long time.
I’m not going to say I’m hugely fat, or even overweight, but apparently I missed the fact that over the years, I’ve softened a bit. Perhaps… I’m closer to the weight of the other co-worker than I thought. It’s happened so slowly, I didn’t see it. It sorta snuck up over the last ten years and I somehow missed it until I realized I don’t look like the woman who weighs 105.
My finances did the same thing. I got lazy, spent more than I made, and debt built up.
We forget that debt, like fat, doesn’t happen overnight. It’s the extra cookies and the must have sweaters. Think buying that $20 item you can’t live without doesn’t make a difference? The daily soda is OK?
It’s the little things that add up.
Sigh.
Guess I’ll have to start saying no a little more to the Oreos and ‘must have’ sweaters.
