Peeling Back That Fat Cocoon

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(This personally brings the mental image to mind of dissecting lab animals and peeling back the fat that surrounds the intestines. But, that's just me. And I'm weird. And I like dissecting animals. And I like blood and guts and gore. And I am fascinated by infections. Anyway.)

Yes. The harsh realities of post-holiday insulating fat layer has sunk in. Roughly translated: I am fat from the holidays (though I was no bean pole before) and have vowed to eat celery and cottage cheese for a month and workout like a fiend.

Once upon a time, a long, long time ago, I was actually a size four. Yes. You read correctly A SIZE FOUR! With the occasional two. YES, TWO! Even though that was a long time ago I have purposed to take a walk down THAT memory lane.

Besides, how much easier can life get when you know your meal choices are chicken, celery, cottage cheese or canned tuna? Not much.

I realize this will forever cement my tombstone epithet as: PATHETIC.

At least I'll have a skinny sized coffin and not a fat one.

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This odd narrative is my life. I ended up in Pittsburgh, of all places--from the beach. I have no hobbies, other than cooking excessively and eating microwave popcorn. I enjoy shopping, the Food network, hiding the remote so the Food network cannot be turned off, find ethnic food stores and restaurants and reading voraciously. My life is decidedly pedestrian.

I worked in the car business where I was required to be ruthless and soul-less wench, which is when I started this project. Since then, I've kept it up because secretly, I've always wanted to join the military. Every male in my mother's family has joined and I quietly entertain thoughts of joining. I haven't yet and don't know if I ever will, but sending the troops cookies keeps me sane. it makes me think I still have a shred of human kindness left in my withering soul. it's a small way for me to salute the men and women who are brave enough to fight for freedom. And makes me feel like I'm contributing toward troop morale--even if I'm not. So if you want to help, send me addresses of troops you know stationed overseas. you may also contribute toward the cost of chocolate chips, but don't feel obligated, that link is here only by request.

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