Ever seen those commercials for a weight loss company where the people are standing next to a stack of bowling balls or water jugs. I get such a kick out of those. I’m so happy for those people and all, but I picture myself standing there in front of a pile of bowling balls and just laugh my big ass off.
Probowlers, my nephew says, usually use a 16 pound ball. So say that I lost all the weight I had to lose and was to stand next to a pile of bowling balls…wait let me get the calculator…that’s nineteen balls plus 3/4’s of number 20. (Do the math if you wish, but I’ll save you some time, you know those wide load stickers they put on the back of oversized objects, I should have one of those for my butt.) With my luck I would lose all that weight, look great and then get my face crushed in when the pile crashed down around me. I’d be thin, but dead. LoL!
26 Jan 2003 at 09:35 am | #
How thin is thin depends on the Him or Her too. What I would envision for myself as “thin and beautiful” is about 20lbs too thin for my husband who wants hips and butt and boobs that bulge a little. Go figure… If I actually were to reach my own goals, my husband would be unhappy. If I were to reach his goals, I’d feel fat still. If I don’t try at all, my husband is happy and I’m unhealthy and shorten my life span (which in the end would make him unhappy too). As far as “everyone else,” well, I guess I don’t really give a fuck, until I get mad because it’s a job I don’t get, because I’m not physically appealing enough for office.work place aesthetics.