Pound for pound.
Yes indeed. I’m a chubb-o these days. It’s poetic justice, in a sense. Poetically, I’m a vain woman. In plain english, I’m a vain woman. A gaining woman. But here’s the thing: if I put willingness on one side and I just don’t give a fuck on the other, guess which weighs more? Right, they’re even. So what’s a girl to do?
Folks’ll come into the shop and ask for scales. Food scales, I ask? No. People scales. Nope. Sorry. But we have this here UPS scale that you can borrow. It goes up to 70lbs. I need to stand on it almost 2.5 times nowadays. That sucks. Two summers ago, I was light. So light, that folks commented on my lightness. Three moons forward, I’m chunky. So chunky, that folks have the unmitigated gall to comment on my chunk. I suppose if you act like you have no feelings, people think there’s nothing to hurt. But what’s my point? My point is this; I gotta put down the fork and pick up the pace. Isolation begets sloth. And even though Lu and I joke about my being descended from sloths, it can’t really be true. Can it? I have more than three toes, anyway. So here’s the plan; Get up, get out, get on with it. Being secluded and down on my myself doesn’t burn fat. So…Eh-net. What’s for dinner?
Dork-O said:
on January 21, 2007 at 6:55 pm
I just wanted to tell you… You are just as beautiful today as you were two years ago when I met you! But I know hearing it is sometimes not enough, take it from one who knows. I am not saying it to make you feel better either, that came right from the heart!
Lu said:
on January 22, 2007 at 10:50 pm
You look beautiful in all your new duds…and that was just yesterday! With no weight loss! I am all for the “get up, get out, get on with it” plan but do it because you will feel better. Not just to look better. You look fine now. “Hello. We are the Fo-Bo_Weisses and this is our lovely daughter Dee”!