I don’t think there’s even one fat girl who has never experienced chub rub. For those who don’t wear pants in the double digits, chub rub is what happens when your fat rubs together. It’s not a hard concept to explain, really.
Chub rub usually happens (for me, anyway) between my legs, about three inches above the knee when wearing a skirt or dress. It’s painful, annoying, and if bad enough, leads to unbearable itchiness when it heals up.
Yesterday, I went to the Carnegie Science Center with a bunch of strange people. Someone had the brilliant idea for us to take a nice long walk since it wasn’t below zero out for once. Normally, I’d be all for this. I like a nice walk, especially in Pittsburgh, and even more especially with friends. I was peeved at the idea because I was wearing my $3 knock-off Chucks I bought at Maxway when I took my mini-vacation to Georgia last fall.
They were rubbing my toes raw. I hadn’t planned on walking too far (outside of the normal stuff in the Science Center) so I didn’t think they’d be a problem.
I was worried about the wrong thing.
When we finallllly got back to the car and thawed out a bit (it was about 50 degrees with pretty bad wind – not freezing, but still cold!) something felt wrong.
The back of my knees were on fire.
We went to some fantastic pizza place for a few more hours, then home, where I promptly dropped my drawers and headed over to a mirror to see wtf was going on.
There it was.
On the backs of my knees.
What the hell?
I’ve been fat since at least 1990 and I’ve never had that happen to me before. I don’t even have fat that really touches back there. I can only assume it’s from these awful jeans I bought at Target that kept falling off of my butt all day.
The only thing that has ever come close is when I was in elementary school and wrapped the sheets around myself in the morning so my mother couldn’t rip them off of me and make me get up for school. The end result of that was rope burn around the back of my knees.
That’s exactly what this looked like.
These are going to itch like a crazy when the heal up. Damn.
That’s the end of my story. Weigh in either tonight or Wednesday, since I have family business to attend to (read: huge birthday party at a restaurant I hate but I’ll endure it without bitching because it’s my favorite aunt’s 60th birthday.) I’m a bit nervous considering I ate my weight in pizza and chocolate (and astronaut food) yesterday. But, hey, I racked up almost 20 activity points at the same time. We’ll see what happens.