Category: self-image
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Our old selves, jiffy curried chicken
Read a closet-cleaning article (a measure of my determination NOT to overeat or play computer solitaire) with a powerful image: Those clothes we can’t seem to discard are our old selves standing in the way of our newer (more organized, focused,thinner) selves. Perfect thought for Halloween, the idea of animating my baggy, saggy tees and sweatpants,…
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Body of the Year
Near the finish of Louise Erdrich’s dreary “Shadow Tag,” Irene, who is trying to end her marriage (or maybe not) and to stop drinking (ditto), wonders “as I will do every day of my life exactly what I will do without a drink…” The syntax is a bit gnarly, but I get it. Oh, boy,…
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199.6
98 degrees today and I only weigh 101 pounds more than that. Hurrah! Although fat people can almost always tell you what they weighed when, I can’t remember the last time I weighed under 200. Maybe 20 or 21 years ago just before being pregnant with our youngest. Certainly not since then. People keep asking…
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Bender
If I were a problem drinker, last night would have been a bender — my first since last fall. But I’m a problem eater which means I started with too many (unsalted at least) cashews, moved onto ice cream, cheese and cookies and this morning probably feel almost as lousy as if I had been…
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Delusion + carelessness = avoirdupois
Aren’t all women over the age of 45 invisible anyway? asked a friend who’s lost 80 pounds and had just read my post about disappearing as I shed 27 pounds. Maybe in this country (think about the devastating glamor of French women “of a certain age”) and maybe if we take ourselves out of or away…
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The invisible woman
“Pretty soon I won’t be able to see you,” said my husband when I told him the scales showed 26 pounds gone in seven months. “Let me hug my disappearing friend,” said my friend when I stopped to pick up green and brown eggs for Sunday’s church-wide picnic. And this, of course, is one of…
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Bigger than I like to think
I’m wearing a pair of size 22W shorts and they’re uncomfortably tight. I know, just know, I’m not this big. I’m the one who didn’t order two summer dresses this week because the smallest size available was 1X. Dang. Of course, that’s one of the problems we chubby people have — we don’t recognize/acknowledge how…
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