I got called fat today. Twice.
First by the flab-removal head honcho at the beauty salon. Quote of the day: "you have to make a choice: pleasure or your figure?" Apparently that was a rhetorical question.
Second, by my physio, after my first session to try to fix my knee. Second quote of the day: "pain in your knees is often your body's way of telling you you've put on too much weight."
It's like being an unpopular teen all over again.
So I had a salad for dinner. Needless to say, I'm hungry.