This is a note to myself and others like me: underachievers, those with gifts who believe they haven't fulfilled their potential, those who have been writing a book, play, or dissertation, making a movie, recording a CD, going to a comedy open mic, opening a restaurant, going back to school and haven't done it yet. We know who we are. I have written about this shit for years: losing weight, writing my one woman show. And I reckon this is just another testament in a long series of promises I …
The Adventures of Permanent Lifestyle Change Girl – It’s On!
I am back at it. I have had so many false starts that I refrained from posting about my latest effort to lose weight. But it's been several weeks now and after losing 16 pounds I am formally declaring: IT'S ON! I am obese. I am a fat ass bitch and I'm sick of it. Folks get upset when I call myself fat. They even argue wih me: "You're not fat!" to which I respond: Remind me to never believe another word that comes out of your mouth again! I weigh over 300 pounds! I'm fat! face it! …
The Adventures of Permanent Lifestyle Change Girl – Oops.
Oops. My bad. On March 22 I posted about my plans to get into shape for my NYC club debut at City Winery NY on July 2. I must be accountable, even if it is to cyberspace. And now it's time to check in. I worked at it. Lost quite a few pounds and then ... well, I reckon I just plum forgot. I reckon I just didn't give a damn for a few weeks. I think it was watching myself on video that prompted my last weight related post. Today's post was prompted by my condition after some walking I did …
The Adventures of Permanent Lifestyle Change Girl 2013
My eating, the Mirror, the scale, video of me performing (Egads!) There is no denying it. I have become a fat bitch again. Don't despair folks. We obese people can say these things about ourselves. And no matter how many of my dear ones smack my hand or pound the table as they offer their support by saying: "Don't say those things about yourself!" The truth is that I have to face the truth. No matter how well I sing and no matter how much the people love me in spite of the rolls of flesh I …
You Better Carry That Weight
Weird day today. A friend, a good friend who I've known for decades expressed "worry" that I might drop dead from being fat. Actually she said: "I worry about you" and then proceeded to tell me that another friend wanted to do an "intervention" which I later found out was not true. It was handled so cavalierly. It wasn't a "sit down" or an intimate conversation. She said it in passing, almost as an aside in the middle of a phone conversation. We weren't even talking about weight. It caught …