I feel wonderful. Eleven pounds to my next goalpost of 250. Oh, what a crazy life. To be so hypnotized by food. To be so totally consumed by consuming calories. It’s bizarre. Compare it to your worst compelling behavior, your worst habit. Now stop the habit… forever! It ain’t that easy, is it?
I want to be me again. I am tired of this boring, stay-at-home person who is mortified to go anywhere. I want to look up old friends. I crave their company. I want to know how they’re doing. I miss them and would like to see them, but I’m so ashamed of myself, I’d rather die first. Janet Jones. Pam Torgrimson. Patti West. Karla Pjesky. Joan Clark. Peggy Davis. Bonnie Miller. Marilyn Larson. Where are you? How are you? And your parents? I’m always wanting to stop by and see them, but I can’t. I’m a double lardo. It would be embarrassing for all of us when they couldn’t even recognize me!