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Tag Archives: fat
One of my weekly addictions now, pun intended, is Extreme Makeover: Weight Edition. It’s exactly what it sounds like: A person is ideally supposed to go from morbidly obese to, well, much less. The most “extreme” episode I’ve seen spent the year with a man named James who began at 651 pounds and lost 313 pounds [...]
When “fat” is your body issue, and I’m talking F-A-T here, there are three places you cannot help but be confronted with your bigness. The changing room in retail stores, in pay-for-space seating (like amusement parks, theatres, planes), and in your own bathtub. For several years there, I wasn’t having baths.
I should not be writing. Another probably painfully tiring day awaits me tomorrow, before what is liable to be a mockery of a weekend, on which I believe I need to work Sunday, but the verdict is not yet in. (No, not real work. Taking a bunch of kids to a space museum. Yeah, who’s [...]
I got an email last night that made me ecstatic. A reader wrote to let me know that I’ve played a big part in her rediscovering her self-worth after an emotionally abusive and cruel relationship (because he was an abuser, honey, and don’t ever think less of him). These kinds of emails make me feel [...]