Depending on how much I weigh
June 25, 2007
I don’t know whether you know but I love to read…usually soppy romances…but you wont hold that against me will you?
I have been on a mission lately to read curvy novels — that is novels with plus-size [real sized] heroines. Surprise, Surpise I haven’t found many but I discovered a great resource in Amazons Listmania It seems some other plus-sized beauties have had the same idea and have posted reviews on their finds. I am slowly going through the books and some a really rather good…However, I wanted to share this excerpt that I read on page 1(one) of a book by Louise Kean called “The Perfect 10″…I will share more of my thoughts on this book at a later date…but I thought this excerpt was very, very fitting.
“The colour of my eyes is dependent on how much I weigh today. They are either the silver grey of a morning mist accross a canadian lake as the sun rises and catches the cold gleaming water. Or they are the colour of dishwater, greasy and thick with grime, dirty with all of the family’s Sunday roasting pans, and forks and knives, and casserole dishes and baking trays -murky and grimy and ugly.
Depending on what I weigh, my hair might be the browns and caramels of a thick chocolate bar that melts and shines and drips promise by the fire. Or the flat brown of a library carpet, laid in 1972, and trampled on by cheap shoes and schoolchildren every day since - tired and thin and lifeless…
Depending on how much I weight today, my breasts may be round and full, reminiscent of a Russ Meyer vixen, ready to be grasped, voluminous and juicy. Or they are veiny and sagging, the skin at the top indented and ravaged by stretched tears, sitting lazily on my ribcage, flattened and blotchy, and dry.
I will love or hate myself, depending on how much I weigh today.”
Well the colour of MY eyes today are morbidly black, My hair colour is a dull’ish dark brown with tired blond specs, my hair hangs stringy and lifeless around my shoulders, my saggy breasts are hanging right down to my waist…you do the maths…what do you think the scales told me today….GRRRRR
My Weightloss Theme Song
May 27, 2007
ok ok…so I am sentimental…but tonight I watched the finale of American Idol (we are a bit behind here in NZ) and the winning song, sung by Jordin Sparks, really touched me and I thought it was very fitting as a theme song. So here it is…My official motivational weight loss theme song.
Time to turn over a new leaf…today is the beginning of the rest of my life.
Dreamed up phone number leads man to a bride
April 14, 2007
From Yahoo News Mon Apr 9, 10:09 AM ETA British man has met and married a 22-year-old woman after, by his own account, dreaming of her phone number and then sending her a text message.David Brown, 24, says he woke up one morning after a night out with friends with a telephone number constantly running through his head. He decided to contact it, sending a message saying “Did I meet you last night?.”Random recipient Michelle Kitson was confused and wary at first but decided to reply and the two began exchanging messages. Eventually they met and fell in love.”It was really weird but I was absolutely hooked,” Kitson told the Daily Mail newspaper. “My mum and dad kept saying ‘But he could be an axe murderer’, but I knew there was something special about it.”After a long courtship, the oddly matched couple — he’s six foot seven inches tall and she’s five foot four — have just returned from their honeymoon in the Indian resort of Goa.A love-struck Brown said: “I’ve no idea how I ended up with her number in my head — it’s only a few digits different from mine.”
The funny thing is that the night that I read the article…I actually woke up with a number in my head! I am not kidding you…I really did…I couldn’t get it out of my mind the same 7 digits kept popping up, tormenting me, enticing me, ridiculing me…dare I, actually, send a text message and see if it’s Cosmos’ way of showing me my future ‘Love Slave’. Hey it worked for them! How ’bout me. So after a couple of wines (at 11am in the morning…Give me a break…it was a crisis!) I ‘found’ myself getting my mobile phone and typing in a message…I didn’t want to tempt fate so I started off exactly the same as the guy in the story…”Did we meet last night?” What seemed like hours later the shrill beep of my mobile went off. From there we conversed back and forwards for about 10 minutes…here’s how it went:
Flabuless: “Wow Forgot me already…and after that wild night we had! its Flab”
Flabuless: “oh you know at the usual joint, I have seen you there many times”
Mr X: “Oh…yea I think I know”
Mr X: “Yes, sometimes”
Flabuless: “Well, I am a firm believer in fate and the cosmos bringing two people together…I think you and I might be soul mates”
Mr X: “Yea well, I don’t know hun…I’ll have to ask my wife about that one!”
Kudos to the Dancing Fat Guy!
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