In FAT u ATE it! - the Fat diaries
Every girls got 'em! Here are mine. Some of the entries are from 2008 but there will be more from 2010. I stepped on the scale in February and was almost at the mighty 200 lb mark....Since I started a 'Life plan' in February 2010. I've lost almost 20lbs. We'll see how it goes...
A preponderance of Portliness
Can I get Bacon With That?
Its been about a week since I determined to sojourn in search of a slimmer chick. Admittedly, the progress from portly to petite is achingly slow. The scale still lurks beneath dust bunnies and mansox – my scaly feet resistant to propel me toward the inevitable truth. One must ease into a life change, just like one must ease into those jeans the spawn insist on throwing in the drier. I’m really a fourteen if I can squeeze both flaccid cheeks into these. The willowy girl within and her twin (cuz there has to be two of me underneath my extra large Tee.) will believe what they will. Suffice it to say I am fearful of that dial, ever inching toward 200.
Still, whilst savoring a regional delight known as a breakfast Indian Taco which to those of you nescient in the delicacies of New Mexican cuisine is a heady concoction consisting of the following: fry bread (think sopapilla of epic proportions – or wide, flat donut – sizzled crispy in oil – dinner plate size…) topped generously with several scrambled, fluffy eggs, crispy hash browns, and cheddary, artery clogging cheese all melty and ooey gooey. But don’t stop there. Slather the whole mess with green chile (in this case a slow simmered heavenly sauce of green chile, a few stewed tomatoes, onions, garlic, the random piece of shredded beef and something that makes it thick….flour maybe?) and the breakfast meat of your choice which for our girl just has to be chicharrones – think diced pork – fat left on – fried crispy…OH MY GOD. My toes curl at the mere thought….I must say all fears of that abominable scale with its evil red pointer disappeared in the haze of carbs and fat percolating through my system. Sigh…
Now, bohemian black lager bottle firmly gripped between my ample thighs, and the intoxicating knowledge that my husband must have spent a hundred dollars on boneless ribs, bratwurst and inch thick steaks for the grill tomorrow, I realize I must rein in my inner monster. I must replace my “Can I get bacon with that?” mentality for crisp veggies and skinless, pale poultry parts. But oh, I’ll be dreaming of Indian Tacos, and heady brews foamy and cold….Monday. I’ll start my diet on Monday….(2008)