Christmas weight loss
I weigh my ‘Paris weight’ at the moment: except that I don’t walk everywhere or live on the 6th floor without a lift (car, and 10th floor with lift is my life right now). Woot!
Seriously, it is great for a few reasons: I have more energy, Christian tells me I’m a skinny bitch (who doesn’t want to be called that? If you say no you’re not telling the truth). Ok, it’s great mostly because he calls me a skinny bitch.
Want to know what’s not so great? Hardly any of my clothes fit me anymore, and I have no time to go for a thrift to get some proper fitting clothes, as well as very little money (damn you dentist!). So I look like a hip hop artist with my pants hanging dangerously low, and I am at risk of pants-ing myself all the time.
I should explain I own only one belt and it’s very narrow – so it doesn’t really perform its task well. And borrowing Christian’s belts doesn’t really work: he has wider hips than I do (plus they look manly).
Just to be clear: if you run into me don’t think I’m trying to be all gangster. I’m broke and I only have 1 narrow belt. Maybe I’ll just stick to elastic waists and dresses for the time being.
PS: Christian can actually dead lift me above his head now. That doesn’t quite make up for the looming pants-ing and gangster look, but it’s close!
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T’es comme ton neveu, toi. On a du mettre un élastique à tous ses pantalons taille 3 ans. En longueur, ils sont juste, mais côté taille…disons que la mise à l’air le menace à chaque pas…le pauvre….bien qu’il ait des slips très tendance, je ne veux pas lui infliger ça!
bisous
Surtout, ne le dis pas à Bruno ou sinon mon pauvre neveu sera doublement menacé d’une mise à l’air à chaque pas!!
Y’a des fois, c’est bénéfique de vivre si éloigné: mises à l’air = 0 (de sa part en tous les cas), et mes petits doigts sont tranquilles :)
whats your gangsta name? you’re funny :)
It’s Lil’ Beanie. Which sounds more munchkin than gangsta. I am so not dangerous :)
bah t’inquiète, ce sont les petits doigts de son fiston qui prennent un max, et ceux du mien quand il a l’occasion. T’es tranquille!
bisous Lil’ Beanie! (trop sympa comme nom!)