Ugh, it’s here, Friday and the shot of my fat knee. I can’t disappoint, right? I know there are scores of fans out there awaiting the next flabby shot. Well, I’ve lost nine pounds so far. And you know you’re fat when the loss of nine pounds DOESN’T yeild wide-eyed gasps of "Oh you’ve lost weight!"
Honestly, I hate those declarations. Oh, yes, I offer them to others, as well. We just can’t stop the words from flowing from our mouths like the frosting out of an overstuffed Pittsburgh Creme Donut.
And truthfully–since it’s ugly Friday, I have to be honest–no one gives a damn that losing weight may make the losee more healthy. It’s all about the way the person looks.
That they look better.
My favorite is when the weight losee starts to lose too much and everyone starts huddling up discussing how he/she is taking things to far…
Well of course. The fawning compliments (subtext being: thank God your fat ass is finally smaller) are heroin to the fatso. There’s nothing like it.
So, there’s the grumpy Fat Friday post.