If I lose fifteen pounds before girls’ camp, I will weigh 225. I’m afraid my camp-goal of 199 is forever lost to me. What a tragedy. I’ll be too fat to go swimming. I won’t even be able to climb a hill without huffing and puffing. I’ve done it to myself and my family again—another fat summer.
February 7, 1991. I did go to girls’ camp. I did not, however, weigh 225 or less. But even at that, I wasn’t the fattest counselor there! Remember my church meeting where I count all the fat ladies? I think half of them also volunteered to be counselors at camp.