Rain driving down in buckets. Blew off my 8:00 a.m. workout. Couldn't go out in that cold wet dark horrible downpour. I'll workout later, I tell myself. Yeah. Sure.
Came down to read e-mail and found a link to the Murderati blog. Just the thing calculated to make me feel even guiltier.
If I don't eat, I become nauseated. Don't remember a single anorexic soul in high school or college. Of course, Marilyn Monroe was the ideal figure and I was always trying to gain weight. Hard to believe. I don't believe it myself anymore. Skinny was unattractive. Boys liked curves. Ah yes.
Came down to read e-mail and found a link to the Murderati blog. Just the thing calculated to make me feel even guiltier.
If I don't eat, I become nauseated. Don't remember a single anorexic soul in high school or college. Of course, Marilyn Monroe was the ideal figure and I was always trying to gain weight. Hard to believe. I don't believe it myself anymore. Skinny was unattractive. Boys liked curves. Ah yes.
The photo is me as a skinny young mom with a mocking child hamming it up. La di dah.
Read on:
http://murderati.typepad.com/murderati/2008/11/the-antifood-post.html
Happy Thanksgiving, I think.
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