Be thankful for the love of….
Sunday, November 7, 2010 I feel like I am always waiting. Waiting for breakfast, sex, lunch, sex, dinner, sex, my ass to shrink, sex, snacks, my clothes to
February 21, 2023
Sister in Fat.
The Inner Fatty lives in all of us—
regardless of size.
She says Taco Bell is fine.
With a Diet Coke.
While watching My 600-lb Life.
She invented New Me Monday
and Fat Girl Friday.
She loves a scale. Hates a carb. Runs the show.
She never dies —
so we call her out here.
Laugh at her.
Loosen her grip.
You are more than a number.
You are more than enough.
Unedited. Unfiltered. Not PC.
Grab a Twinkie.
Sunday, November 7, 2010 I feel like I am always waiting. Waiting for breakfast, sex, lunch, sex, dinner, sex, my ass to shrink, sex, snacks, my clothes to
Monday, November 1, 2010 I survived Halloween. The evil midgets dressed in drag were no match for me. Steal my candy? I came out swinging. A club
Tuesday, October 12, 2010 Given a choice, I’d opt for my period and a raging outbreak of crabs over flying. And no it’s not the
All I got for my birthday was… My period and my house repossessed. Fitting and ghetto all in one day. However, comma, I wouldn’t be half
Wednesday, September 22, 2010 Iditarod. I wish I could say “I did a rod.” Hell I wish I could say “Idid”…something other than my usual
Sunday, September 12, 2010 And no…not by “Hurricane” Earl. As previously predicted, he was true to his genetic predisposition for failure. All promises no action.
Tuesday, August 31, 2010 and my name is Fatty. Nice to meet you. Earl. A male hurricane. This means one thing to me. Another man who
Monday, August 16, 2010 “F” you!Perhaps why I don’t keep a diary. I have nothing nice to say. Why would I want to relive my binge eating sexless
Monday, August 2, 2010 Mother has a tick. And not the blood sucking kind. Nope…this would be a “One flew over the Cuckoo’s Nest” kind.
Sunday, July 18, 2010 Being fat in the middle of summer sucks. You would think the heat alone would be enough to scare off thoughts