
I get asked this alot, so much that I will try to answer it. They come from within my twisted mind that is unable to sleep at night because of recipe ideas. I usually try to starve myself during my plumper periods, and this makes me think of food. Non-stop. You see, I have the unique experience of being a skinny girl and a fat girl. I was skinny most of my life, but once when I was 35, I gained 88 lbs. in 5 months, by accident. This unfortunate turn of events was caused by falling in love, eating a Dairy Queen Peanut Buster Parfait (without the peanuts) and an entire pan of Rice Krispie treats every night.
I had never been fat, and who knew that icecream was fattening? I also quit smoking, and I gained a little over four pounds a week without really noticing! It sounds ridiculous, but it happened. My husband liked me that way, but I think we all know that thin is better. Mostly so we don't have to wear clothes from the Target Cherokee section ever again! The horrors!
Every morning, I walked at 4:30 a.m. with my cairn terrier, Nards three miles, rain or shine. I bought exercise equipment, all that crap on late night T.V. I actually and honestly used it every single morning for about 2 years. Do you know what happened? I got really nice leg muscles, and six pack abs underneath my stomach rolls. I vowed to never exercise again. Oh, and I didn't lose even one pound. This is during the time I learned to cook. I spent all day at Borders, buying cookbooks. My haunted house had built in cookbook shelves in the kitchen, so that is why I started buying them. I collected about 400.
While I learned to make a gourmet meal each night for my family, I lost weight. I started smoking again too. I lost the 80 lbs. in seven months. I did this by eating nothing but Chewy Runts at night. I bought them by the case at Sams Club. I ate one normal meal a day around 3 P.M. I stayed thin for about seven years. Then whoops.
So, I've been fat again for about a year now. I don't eat that much, I swear! But, I'm 49 now, and living in this boiling canyon in Fountain Hills, Az. where it is beautiful, but 120' every day. It's almost Thanksgiving, and it was 96' today. So, I don't get out much.
My kids have moved out, and I've sold more than half of my cookbooks on Ebay. I got more for The Gooseberry Patch cookbooks than I paid for them! I don't cook every day anymore, and people aways want me to write a cookbook, open a restaurant, write out a recipe. So here they are. I can't believe they are in my head, like those old ladies you know who can't tell you the amounts of anything in a recipe when you ask. I hope this story didn't bore you too much. Oh, and I would put a fat pic of myself up so we can laugh at it, but I don't have fat pics taken. You know how it is.
Please share your fat stories! I'd love to hear them.
UPDATE: I'm skinny again. I've left the boiling hell of Fountain Hills, and returned to the cool, breezy, (high altitude) splendor of Bisbee, Az. I've lost around 40 pounds in the last 5 months. Why won't anyone share their fat stories? Come on, it will be fun.
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