Thank you, thank you, thank you for all of the encouragement and kind words about my declaration that I plan to lose 40 pounds in the next five months.
My favorite comment interaction was this one from my friend and most loyal blog commenter, Leslie.
Not one of you said I don’t look like I have 40 pounds to lose (I was really hoping for that), so that must mean I really do need to lose it. It is so strange, though, because when I look in the mirror I usually think I look pretty good. Not at my fighting weight, but pretty good.
It’s the photographic evidence that makes me know that it has to come off.
So, I officially started back on Weight Watchers this morning by legitimately forgetting to weigh in. And I also officially have a case of the Hangries.
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I’m internationally known for my hangry problem.
On a ride in 2005 from Paris to London on the Eurostar I showed my tail by roaring at a packed train car that “I just want to eat my effing quiche,” after I tried and failed three times to sit in a seat for which I didn’t hold a ticket. In my defense, it wasn’t a problem on the way there; everyone just sat wherever. But on the way back suddenly everyone wanted to be a stickler for rules, and I was being denied the opportunity to eat during a hangry episode.
Not one of my most stellar moments.
I shudder thinking of how I was the quintessential Ugly American. But you know what? As soon as I found a seat and ate my effing quiche, I was back to my delightful, well-mannered self.
John still makes fun of me for that one. I get mad when he brings it up.
Probably because I’m hungry.
Even a cloudy day in Paris is a good day. Mostly because they sell crepes on the street.
Have you ever had a hangry moment?
8 Comments on "Hangry"
Oh yes! Most recently this weekend at the whitewater center (I probably need to wait a while to go back there….). Hubs got me a beer and a sandwich stat! I was all good after I showed that sandwich what was up!
Good to know it isn’t just me, Ashley!
My 4-year-old threw a gnashing, wailing fit in the lobby of a fancy hotel today because we weren’t in the room eating peanut butter sandwiches. He was hangry. I don’t think all of the business folk giving me frightened looks understood.
See? All he wanted to do was eat his effing peanut butter sandwiches.
Oh. my. gosh. YES! I’ve had many hangry (is there also a word for when you’re hungry and ugly? Hugly?) moments.
Both my husband and I get very hangry and early in our marriage this caused some major blow-ups until we learned to always ask (with shaking trepidation), “When is the last time you ate?”
The we had two kids just like us. A hangry episode with four people trapped in a car is down right hugly.
I think you looked wonderful when I saw you, and I didn’t think, “Damn, but that girl needs to lose 40lbs.” Didn’t cross my mind at all.
But if you feel not right in your body then that’s the right thing to do.
And next time I’m in the city I’m buying one of those soft bike cushions for spin class. My poor butt is killing me!
Thank you, sweet Chloe. What it boils down to is that I’m uncomfortable in my body, and I know that if I don’t get a grip on it now, I will eat myself into oblivion.
Hugly is one of my new favorite words, and I will most likely be stealing that from you in future blog posts and regular conversation.
The bike cushions are a lifesaver. Your hiney will thank you.
I don’t think you need to lose weight but anyway;). I just love seeing some one else use the word hangry;)!
Thank you, Jacqueline. And hangry is not my best look, but at least I know what it is, and how to remedy it. xo