I have decided to create a new me. It all started yesterday. I decided to become a healthy, thin, attractive person who has what people call a "healthy glow." I joined a group. I figure other people who want that healthy glow will encourage me to want that healthy glow and make me work for it.
That's not how it has worked so far.
I have binged for two days. How many "last meals" can one possibly have?
I hate to admit that I get a kick out of going to Weight Watchers because it helps me to know that I am not one of the fattest there. I love to sit next to someone who I like to refer to as a Quad- someone who I know is tippin' the scales at over 4-hundy. I imagine myself sitting next to them and looking very petite. This is the only time in life that I feel petite. Yet I struggle with the evil core that this joy comes from.
I am comforted to know that my weight loss goal is not in triple digits. I love the fact that I don't take up two chairs when I sit down at the meeting. And I listen with pity when the meeting leader asks for trouble areas and the Quad sitting next to me offers up forty-seven bad food types. I would never, NEVER, offer suggestions for the "Bad Food List." That's when everyone turns around in their chairs, stares at you, and slightly nod, knowing that your numerous Bad Food suggestions are the very reason that you are a Quad in the first place.
It's amazing. Even in a room full of fatties there is a tier system. I bask in the fact that I am on the A-list.
1 comment:
You are so funny. Have you been telling Dad about all the incidents? Keep the blogs coming because I love them.
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