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Since I've been half-assedly attempting to diet, of course it's the only thing on my mind. Fat. Being fat. The quality of weight.
I've heard this said on talk shows, and I've heard it said behind people's backs, and I've heard it said to people's faces... "You have such a pretty face. It's a shame you're so overweight."
I've never had anyone say this to me, though.
It leads me to one conclusion, not exactly positive. I do not have a pretty face, therefore it is not such a shame that I am fat. Being considered ugly automatically makes it okay to be fat. In fact, it almost makes it seem like a necessity.
Ah well, fuck 'em all, I can still get laid.
Another thing is how I perceive my own earning potential. I always tell people if I wasn't fat I would exploit my body for cash. This is not completely true - I have exploited my fat ass for cash without thinking about how I look naked. Believe me, if there was a strip club that featured fat chicks, I'd be there, getting dollars thrown at me. If anyone knows of such a club, I could be encouraged to relocate if it's a viable investment. Honestly, I just like being naked, and people don't even have to pay me to be naked. Sometimes, people have to pay me to not be naked. Like, "If I give you $20 will you put your clothes back on? Hell, I'll give you $100 if you do it right now!" Maybe that's really my ticket to a quick million... walk around with a sign that says, "Give me money or I'll take my clothes off!" When I get drunk, my clothes can't stand to be near my body anymore & make a strong, concerted effort to flee - and no amount of money in the world can persuade them to stay on.
At work last night I told my assistant manager about my impending surgery & asked him how I go about filing for FMLA (the Family Medical Leave Act) once my vacation runs out. Right away, he blurts out, "Oh, you won't need FMLA. I'm sure we can arrange some personal leave time!" Yeah, sure, Justin. Tonight I'm going to ask Duane how to go about it since he just came back from FMLA leave. I'll be able to schedule my surgery in about 2 weeks, so on Monday I'm going to my primary care doc to have her send me for blood-typing & I'm going to put a few pints of blood on reserve.
I'm kind of worried - Rob is unreliable and I'm going to need a lot of support - literal, physical support, once I get this surgery. Not being able to use one leg for a month is a long time. Laundry, cooking, dishes, all the little things that Rob is so used to me doing, like making his morning decaf - I'm not going to be able to do much of that. I'm also going to have a hard time getting in & out of the truck. If it was my left leg, my 'inside' leg, it would be one thing to lift it into the truck, use my right 'outside' leg to support me as I hoist myself into the seat & then pull the left leg in. Kind of like mounting a horse - you throw your left leg over the horse's back & pull yourself into the saddle. But it's my right leg & I can't exactly get into the truck facing backwards. I won't be able to get on my knees at all - no tub cleaning or snake tank cleaning or anything else involving kneeling for that matter. I get frustrated easily. I had a hard time w/my left leg after the pins were put in it because I'd get irritated & use it more than I was supposed to. The scarring is really bad compared to what it should be because all my moving around made the pins shift & tear. When I call to schedule the surgery, I'm going to get a scrip for the crutches so I can start practicing. Hel, I need the exercise anyway. I also warned Rob to not come into the recovery area until I was fully conscious. The last time I underwent major surgery I came out with a bad attitude.
Does anyone else notice the overwhelming resemblance Spin City has to Benson? And does anyone else wonder what the heck ever happened to Arsenio Hall?
I've heard this said on talk shows, and I've heard it said behind people's backs, and I've heard it said to people's faces... "You have such a pretty face. It's a shame you're so overweight."
I've never had anyone say this to me, though.
It leads me to one conclusion, not exactly positive. I do not have a pretty face, therefore it is not such a shame that I am fat. Being considered ugly automatically makes it okay to be fat. In fact, it almost makes it seem like a necessity.
Ah well, fuck 'em all, I can still get laid.
Another thing is how I perceive my own earning potential. I always tell people if I wasn't fat I would exploit my body for cash. This is not completely true - I have exploited my fat ass for cash without thinking about how I look naked. Believe me, if there was a strip club that featured fat chicks, I'd be there, getting dollars thrown at me. If anyone knows of such a club, I could be encouraged to relocate if it's a viable investment. Honestly, I just like being naked, and people don't even have to pay me to be naked. Sometimes, people have to pay me to not be naked. Like, "If I give you $20 will you put your clothes back on? Hell, I'll give you $100 if you do it right now!" Maybe that's really my ticket to a quick million... walk around with a sign that says, "Give me money or I'll take my clothes off!" When I get drunk, my clothes can't stand to be near my body anymore & make a strong, concerted effort to flee - and no amount of money in the world can persuade them to stay on.
At work last night I told my assistant manager about my impending surgery & asked him how I go about filing for FMLA (the Family Medical Leave Act) once my vacation runs out. Right away, he blurts out, "Oh, you won't need FMLA. I'm sure we can arrange some personal leave time!" Yeah, sure, Justin. Tonight I'm going to ask Duane how to go about it since he just came back from FMLA leave. I'll be able to schedule my surgery in about 2 weeks, so on Monday I'm going to my primary care doc to have her send me for blood-typing & I'm going to put a few pints of blood on reserve.
I'm kind of worried - Rob is unreliable and I'm going to need a lot of support - literal, physical support, once I get this surgery. Not being able to use one leg for a month is a long time. Laundry, cooking, dishes, all the little things that Rob is so used to me doing, like making his morning decaf - I'm not going to be able to do much of that. I'm also going to have a hard time getting in & out of the truck. If it was my left leg, my 'inside' leg, it would be one thing to lift it into the truck, use my right 'outside' leg to support me as I hoist myself into the seat & then pull the left leg in. Kind of like mounting a horse - you throw your left leg over the horse's back & pull yourself into the saddle. But it's my right leg & I can't exactly get into the truck facing backwards. I won't be able to get on my knees at all - no tub cleaning or snake tank cleaning or anything else involving kneeling for that matter. I get frustrated easily. I had a hard time w/my left leg after the pins were put in it because I'd get irritated & use it more than I was supposed to. The scarring is really bad compared to what it should be because all my moving around made the pins shift & tear. When I call to schedule the surgery, I'm going to get a scrip for the crutches so I can start practicing. Hel, I need the exercise anyway. I also warned Rob to not come into the recovery area until I was fully conscious. The last time I underwent major surgery I came out with a bad attitude.
Does anyone else notice the overwhelming resemblance Spin City has to Benson? And does anyone else wonder what the heck ever happened to Arsenio Hall?
