Hello, you're fat!

This morning started out much better than yesterday. In fact yesterday got better as it went on.
Had to go up to the stables after work cos the girl who normally does Tuesdays wasn't well. So I decided, as a random experiment, to see if I could get my long boots back on again - every other time I've tried since the Puma Attack I haven't been able to get my foot into them. But this time, I did! And got them zipped up (after a bit of a struggle. stupid zips)!
I hadn't planned to ride, but I figured since I had the boots on, I might as well and had a great time once I did.
Then got home, got the boots *off* again with only a minor struggle and made tasty dinner - with tofu! Which was much less traumatic than the first attempt, but the texture is still really weird ;p

So yes. This morning I felt much cheerier. Until, walking to work, I passed a man I have a vague nodding acquaintance with.
I said "Hello", he said "how's it going big girl?".
Which... ok it is a fairly standard Belfast greeting (big lad is v. common for guys), but, what I hear is "Hello, you're fat!"
And yes. I do realise I *am* fat [1], but I don't need it pointed out to me in the street by someone who doesn't even know my name, thanks.

Bah. Today I will be once more muttering under my breath, sulking and reading Kate Harding. With toothache - tho, I figured while I was feeling crap anyway, I might as well give in and sort out going to the dentist, appointment in 3 weeks. Once more, YAY for ibuprofen.

[1] this is not a hint/request for a chorus of 'ooh but you're NOT fat' btw because, I *am*. I am working on it and am probably a damn sight healthier than the idiot above, but I still am ;p