This winter has been a very good one for Jeremy and me. It has been mild enough to hike, yet cold enough to snowboard and ski. We have been staying active, but not nearly as active as we were during the summer. Our visits to the gym were steadily decreasing while we were finding other things to do, like indoor rock climbing and ice skating. Still we felt like we were making up for not going to the gym. Apparently not. Within the past week or so I have been noticing a difference in my stomach, it seems a little rounder. For some reason whenever I put on a pound or two it all goes straight to my gut. So, yesterday Jeremy and I are rock climbing and I am thinking... "cool, this is exercise, I wont have to visit the gym today." After climbing we hit this great Hummus restaurant and ordered hummus (of course) and an array of other Israeli dishes. I was sitting and waiting for my food when my attention was drawn to my stomach. There it was, all poofed out, and perfectly round. I was kinda mesmerized by it and without thinking, I started to touch it. I was feeling how much like a pregnant stomach it felt like. Now, I have never been pregnant, but I imagine that if I was, this is how my stomach would look and feel. "Wow, I am getting so fat", I thought. Just as I was thinking that, I glanced up to see a woman and a man looking at me. "How far along are you?" she asked me. "Holy Fuck" I thought and in that instant a montage of embarrassment for me and embarrassment for her and a slough of other emotions and thoughts raced through my brain before I was able to let out a giggle and respond, "Oh, no... I'm not pregnant" and then softly, "Just fat". Jeremy looked at me and my embarrassment heightened. "I guess I need to get back to the gym."
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