Fat Rolls and Bottom Dimples

This was from Dec 2006, a very, very low point in my life.  I had been teaching in an inner-city Los Angeles school, and while I loved my students and love teaching, the political in-fighting and ceaseless wrangling just sucked the life out of everyone there -- except, that is, for the people who  tried to have as little to do with the students as possible.  I knew this was the absolute nadir when a student quietly asked if I were pregnant -- it was during "that time of month" but I had NEVER gotten the "pregnancy" question ever before -- not a good thing.   I'm not exactly obese or even seriously overweight, but it all just creeped up on me, slowly and insideously over time . . .  Note the fat rolls, and, even though this pic doesn't do them justice, I even have the dreaded BOTTOM DIMPLES.  Loved my tan, loved the palm trees, but had no time/energy to enjoy it, were always exhausted -- hence we needed a change . . .  so we left . . . .  took my chubby self and found a teaching job at a college which would allow me to slow down, think about what's important to me, where I want to go with my life, and improve my health!