It's a beautiful day here in NYC, sunny with temps in the high 70's so at lunchtime there was no need for the jacket I wore this a.m. Except I felt so naked and exposed without it. Not only because I have deathly-white winter arms (oh the humanity!) but I've been hiding my layers of fat under layers of clothing. I've gained about 10 lbs in the last few months, on top of the 10 I needed to lose before. Even my fat pants are tight. And with the warm weather there is no place to hide it. The thought of it getting even warmer and having to wear even less has me yearning for freezing temps and cozy layers of fleece. Which is so not me. I've always been about the freedom of the warm weather clothes. Breezy skirts. Cute but not slutty shorts. I guess this means no more M & M's for dinner huh?
