Moobs

I just took this picture and I'm typing this entry cross-legged on my MacBook. I put my shirt back on because it's chilly in my bedroom without it, but I felt like showing off my flab and quickly developing moobs. In my hand is a jelly donut from Dunkin' Donuts. It's the first of two that I will devour before going to Dreamland. I'm realizing that the best time to snack is after dinner, especially when the other two are in bed. I watched an episode of "In Treatment" while eating vanilla pudding and then I ate 10 Christmas cookies and I drank the rest of the half-gallon jug of whole milk. I love whole milk so much more than its slimmed-down substitutes.

I resisted the urge to step on the scale this evening. I don't want to check my weight until Wednesday morning. On Wednesday morning I'll be driving to upstate New York to spend Thanksgiving with my parents and brother and sister-in-law. I'm definitely going to eat as much as possible and I won't be as paranoid around my family because I feel at ease with them more so than I do with the folks I live with. My dad is overweight and doesn't care what he eats. I'll be honest, sometimes I worry about his health since he's approaching 60, but who am I to lecture him on dieting. Sometimes I wonder if the reason I'm attracted to chubby men is partly because my own father is chubby and I'm subconsciously trying to seek the love that I didn't feel from him when I was a boy. Is that introspective enough for you?

I'm feeling tired and I want to watch some of my YouTube subscriptions. I'll never see every gaining vid on YouTube but I can surely try. Peace.