I see my psychiatrist now and then. Mostly just to check in to make sure the meds are working properly. (Good news, they are.) Today, she got to see me being a “delight” – something she had not seen to date (she’s fairly new; and let’s face it, I’m not often a “delight”.). She asked…
Although, it does beat the alternative. Still, I used to love telling people my age. I loved it because the response was always: “NO WAY. You aren’t that old. You don’t look that old. …” Seems like lately, that hasn’t been the response I’m getting. Now, I get: “Huh.” WTF is that supposed to mean?…
I recently went to see a local production of Smokey Joe’s Café (great production, by the way). You’d have thought I was risen from the dead. Everyone was so surprised to see me. WTF? I admit I’m not the best at getting my fat old lady ass out the door, but … c’mon. I’m not…
Particularly proud of myself tonight. The toilet in my bathroom kept running, stopping, running, ad infinitum. Argh. This toilet has been such a pain in the ass. Always something not working right. And of course, it isn’t easy to get to because I, in my questionable wisdom, put an over-the-toilet space saver over the…
Like many fat people, flying holds special stress for me. We do as much as we can to reduce that stress by preparing. It also helps that I have no problem telling the people at the airline and airport that they are dealing with a fat old lady. I know I’m fat. I know I’m…
Thoughts from a Fat Old Lady 