Friday, August 22, 2003
Bitch OR Rabbit
I am fat. Not chunky, not ample, not buxom, not pleasing plump, but just plain fucking fat. I could say an underactive thyroid caused it. Yeah right--sounds good but that wasn’t it. I could say at my age the “grandma syndrome” set in. Another good excuse but not true. Really it is the orange crush and chips at 2 a.m. The sneaky hand that hits the cookie jar every time I go through the kitchen. The Poppycock that calls me into the pantry for a handful of carmel popcorn and nuts. I put the pounds on originally with ice cream, mashed potatoes, gravy, fried anything edible, and double helpings of everything!!! Salads- I didn’t eat “no stinkin’ salads”. I wasn’t “no stinkin’ rabbit”. Then one day--hey salads ain’t so bad with croutons, bacon bits, cheese and loads of dressing--healthy and tasty-- can’t miss! Yeah right again!! And dessert if I eat healthy and less I can have a little cake, pie, cream puff, cheesecake, and on and on, and on and that’s how the pounds came on and on, and on!
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