…is just around the corner, and although we know tigers don’t historically manage to grow much over the holidays, the season does at least mean the return of old friends: 
Holiday tub of popcorn, how we’ve missed you…. 2,640 calories of butteresque, white cheddar, and caramel popcorn… And all mine. Mine!
Have I gotten bigger lately?
Heck if I know. According to my ex who came over this weekend, the answer is yes; personally I don’t feel it except maybe just~ a bit along the underside of my gut…
Can’t measure my weight at the moment, though, as the ex-roommates broke my scale before moving out. Due to buy a new one either this week or next—whenever I manage to get out of the house and hit the store.
Happened to come into possession of a bottle of Engorge from my roommate, as his boyfriend freaked out and wouldn’t let him have it. I sort of laughed when I saw the ingredients list, but I suppose you can’t help it if your “gastric expanding herbal complex” just happens to consist of ginger, fennel, and licorice.
Haven’t had a chance to try it properly as I can’t swallow pills at all, so didn’t have a proper way to take it, but a bit of a trial didn’t show much effect—there was a brief period where I was noticing that my appetite hadn’t shut off yet, but it didn’t last very long before I did end up reaching that argh-can’t-look-at-food stage. Maybe it’s not entirely hopeless, but it certainly wasn’t too encouraging.