Incredible Hulk

I've always had bigger arms. Even when I was at my peak of fitness, my biceps were 12". Good Irish Milkmaiden arms I tell myself! So, I've always had issues with sleeves being too tight. Last night I put on one of my favorite t-shirts to wear to bed. It's a bright green long one with the words Peace & Love on it. It's length always made me feel safe to bend over without flashing anyone my tattoo. Recently I accepted that this t-shirt had to make the transition from 'wearable in public' to 'wear only at home'. Unable to let it go, I cut the sleeves a bit to accommodate my newly chubbing arms & shoulders. Well, last night, out of comfort, I found myself hand ripping each sleeve even more to free the chub from it's constriction. I thought little of it until I was brushing my teeth in front of the bathroom mirror. Toothpaste foamed mouth and jiggling flab on my arms, I stared back at myself...I looked like the Incredible Hulk. There's always a first time, right?

During this last week in NYC I felt like I had lost weight, my jeans being baggier, although I have no idea what I weighed before I left. Who knows, maybe it's a fringe benefit of the steroid shot that I got for my allergies! People kept asking me if I had lost weight and I wasn't sure how to answer. Do you say, "I think I did"~pathetic, right? Or is it just that disease I have that makes people remember me fatter than I am so after a long absence, I always look thinner to them. Mind you...I've always had that disease, no matter how thin or big I was; it's a gift! : )