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Yep, all the stars, moon and suns lined up this mornin’ and my f(abulous- be positive now, be positive. Shit - fake it) ass got up on the scale. Weighed myself with the t-shirt on - then decided that obviously that t-shirt was heavy, so bra & undies on - nope- still somethin was wrong - OK, now BUCK NEKKID in the kitchen and hell it was the same.
187 pds - so this week I only lost 2 pounds. I was hecka distraught. What a bitch, gain a pound freak the fuck out, don’t lose 15 pounds in one week and I’m mad. Then I started the self positive talk (somethin I’m tryin to do) - hey it’s all good, you lost weight, you’re doin good, good job homegirl…. etc. Then I got really spiteful and pulled out those pair of GAP jeans (16) that I couldn’t get into even when I bought it and PRESTO - it slid up and NO MUFFIN TOP. My stuff was all tucked in nicely. I was TRIPPIN! Literally cause I was hoppin to the mirror.
Get your freak on, get your freak on!!!! Man, I was so happy!
The food went well today, I even sniffed the hell out of my friend’s donuts and didn’t even want a bite. Just smelling them was so wonderful! I even managed to try a pilates class at the gym after my cardio stuff. It was hella hard, you know I just don’t have abdominals; I’ve never had them even as a newborn. But you know what, I can crack the hell outta some walnuts with my jaw…
So at 4:00pm exactly, the phone rings. It’s my size 4 bff in LA, (Master Cleanse Diet) she whispers, ‘Hey, I’m hungry - I quit.’ I immediately commend her on her efforts and who in the hell could starve themselves for a day? She then says emphatically, ‘ Well you know, I am such a healthy eater - I don’t need to do this. My system is cleaner than anyone I know.’ ‘Yes, yes’ I reply. ‘You’re absolutely right.’ After all, no one wants to feel like a failure….
Then a smile crept across my face (yes, I am a demon) - ‘big girls’ are strong. We’re hella strong. We’re the ones who can endure our thin friends and their body issues with kindness, we’re the ones who are always available to listen to your problems no matter what time you call, we pick you up when you’re down, we cheer you on, we’re bedside when you’re sick, we watch your purses while you’re out on the dance floor, we cheerfully run out to get you that smaller size while you’re in the dressing room, we can even manage a smile when we hear ‘You’ve got such a pretty face”, we can starve, pinch, pull ourselves and put ourselves on every masochistic diet in the universe….
So sistas - I raise my cup (water) to all of us….

