Porky, Let's Just Take Away That Last Helping Of... Anything


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Tonight I was just thinking about the days when I was fat and my parents put me on a maditory fruits and vegetables only diet. My sixes were occasoinally snug.

Now my eights are getting snug on occasion and I would kill to be the size I was then. I think I'll go ahead and put myself on a non-negotiable diet plan. Even though it isn't quite the same when you put YOURSELF on it. When your parents officially make you eat carrot sticks and apples, it's serious business. When you are voluntarily dieting, it's another whiny woman who has self-image problems.

Lets just say those image problems are seriously justified if not completly right. Here's to a hopefully healthy month ahead.


3 Responses to “Porky, Let's Just Take Away That Last Helping Of... Anything”

  1. Anonymous Chunky 

    They cut clothing larger than they once did to be more appealing to the now MUCH heavier generation or Americans. I had to laugh at that truth because that means I'm not really a sz 4 I'm probably a true sz 8. Stupid retail fascade.

  2. Anonymous Chunky 

    They cut clothing larger than they once did to be more appealing to the now MUCH heavier generation f Americans. I had to laugh at that truth because that means I'm not really a sz 4 I'm probably a true sz 8. Stupid retail fascade.

  3. Anonymous 'Liz 

    AHHHHHH. Don't say these things. I, too, am finding that I simply cannot fit into a six anymore, and the eights aren't big and baggy. At all. Mournfulness.

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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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