Yesterday, Nancy was about to take her dog for a run and since I couldn’t go (will explain this later), I said,
“I’ll just walk down to Whole Foods to get some broccoli for dinner. Ha. I’ll probably secretly get a cake and eat it before you get home.”
To which she looks at me and says,
“Kate, you sound like a fat kid in a–….”
and then looked the length of my body up and down, and then shut her mouth.
“In what, a fat kids body? I sound like a fat kid in a fat kid’s body?! Thanks Nance.”
And then we laughed. Apparently I’m not physically ready to be called ‘thin’ or ‘skinny.’
But she says I’m not fat anymore. So. At least I’ve got that.