As seen on TV

This is quite ironic on the heels of yesterday's post about how cute, skinny, and pretty I am.

Thanks to my job, I am on TV 20 or so times every year. This morning was one of those times. Now, I've lost about 40 lbs and am feeling OK about how I my body looks. Of course, my hair, makeup, cute button nose, clear skin, and everything else looks amazing, as always. (I hope you can all read sarcasm - at least, said with a side of sarcasm.) Sometimes I'll watch the interviews, but often I don't, just because I hate watching myself on TV.

Today's interview went well, though. I was witty, full of information, didn't trip over any facts, and even made the anchors laugh a few times. But O.M.G. did I look F.A.T. Ugh.

First of all, the female anchor was smaller around than my thigh. And she did push-ups between sets! Surely to make sure I knew how tiny and fit she was. Ok, in reality, she's super nice, and I probably shouldn't hold her skinniness against her. But push-ups? At 9 am? At work? Puh-lease.

So, back to my point. I am standing next to this anchor, who's not only being dwarfed by my thigh, but she only comes up to my arm pit. So, I feel like the Jolly Green Giant. Seriously. I was even wearing a green vest to drive the point home. "Hello, I not only sell cookies, I also peddle frozen vegetables."

Second of all, I'm talking cookies. I mean, what else screams F.A.T than cookies? Seriously, how appropriate - the fat girl peddling cookies.

And finally, ugh. My face is still chunky enough that when I smile, my eyes disappear. Hello? Where are you, eyes? And my second chin has firmly taken residence on the first floor and refuses to move.

Normally, this would have sunk me into a bit of depression, but I also know that this time next year (if I still have this job, fingers crossed the stress-less thing is going to come through and I don't), I'll be 100+ lbs lighter than I am now. And that gives me hope. And has kept me from diving head first into a box of cookies.