It has gotten so bad, my coworkers have started to marvel how on earth I stay the small-ish size that I am.
But see, it's not so simple.
I have continued to drop pant sizes the entire time I've worked at Target.
At this point, I end up looking in the mirror and thinking I'm too skinny half the time.
(There's just something about being able to see my ribs that creeps me out a little....)
But as I have unintentionally gotten into pant sizes I have never worn before in my life, I've also been giving myself free rain to eat whatever the hell I want in some faint hope of gaining enough calories to offset whatever ridiculous amount I must be burning at work every day.
(Or I have a tapeworm, but that idea gives me the willies big time so I am soooo going with the excessive calorie burning explanation for the time being.)
Which is how I have ended up eating meals like this every day for lunch.
As a result of
But it doesn't work.
See, I pay three times as much for a chicken Caesar salad, poke at it a little, and eat maybe close to half before declaring myself most definitely done with lunch.
Because I just don't LIKE salad very much.
Occasionally a salad is nice (I legitimately want to eat one once every month or two), and it generally falls under the category of "stuff I will eat when it's socially expected for me to do so".
But that doesn't mean I actually like it.
So I end up eating less food than ever, which also does not help the part where I think I'm not eating enough calories to support my physical activity level due to ever-decreasing ass size.