Am I really that fat?!.....

Mom: Yessssss........!!!! (In the most dramatic way ever)
Me: Bursted out laughing almost falling into the open fridge.

Yes people, I am under siege by the chief of the food police aka my mother here in Atlanta, GA. After watching the trailer for my big fat fabulous life a few days ago, one of my bosses (my 5 year old niece), told me I was fat a little bit. Not a lot, but just a little bit. Shey u people see what long throat of free interview food has caused. I interviewed at some pretty good programs. one program took me to dinner, breakfast and lunch. Like, they sent a resident to come pick me up for breakfast, forget hotel breakfast. Most places fed me dinner and lunch and it's hard to pick healthy options when u are getting free good food. Multiply all this food with the number of interviews I've done and u can see why my mother is panicking.

Her instruction to me this morning was to weigh myself, which I didn't do. I have no clue how much I weigh, but I think it would be safe to say I've gained at least 10-15,lbs. It's obvious when I look at my face in the mirror. Thankfully, I only have one interview left at the end of January, so my free food days are over.

But for the next 10 days while I am in the presence of my mother, every food intake will be scrutinized and approved. Now I see why my sister was disciplined enough to lose all her mommy weight. My mom was nagging her after her first baby, but after boss number 2 was born it was kicked into high gear. Lol. My mom is awesome..... A very awesome wahala woman. It's easier to just tow the line than to deal with her mouth. Thankfully, I know it's from a good place, so I can't be offended but after dreaming about needing to lose weight yesterday, I know say water don pass garri.

Last night I had to sneak downstairs to get a snack. She refused to listen when I told her I can't sleep when I'm hungry. She told me to train my stomach. She eats super healthy and can out run me any day, any time. I don't blame her sha, it's all Dr. Oz's fault.

In all fairness, I have been under the weather and in the last few days developed major GI issues. I probably had an ileus or something. That's how and why she focused on my feeding habits. I ended up not going to see foxy P at Ik's cafe and grill. It's been a rough week and it sucks that I have spent a whole week feeling like boiled crap. I am starting to feel better, so hopefully my last week at home will be more productive.