Here's The Story

Here's the story of a middle aged fat lady who was busy blogging her life away. There were seens from the porch Seens from the recliner Seens from the new porch. Trips wrongly made to the men's room. Yet she was all alone. Until one day the MA Fat Lady saw her doctor and was advised to get back to her presmoking weight. It's been three years she said no longer an excuse But, I'm the MA Fat Woman, I said. I don't care, become the MA Not So Fat Woman So, there you have it. It kind of makes sense if you read the words like you would sing the Brady Bunch theme. The dreaded D word! Diet! I'd rather have diarrhea than be on a diet. And don't tell me it's for my own health, or it will make me feel better. Don't call me Fatty or Fatass! I poke enough fun at my own self. I already know all of that. Now, anyone got a light?

Less Is Better

I wanted to get a head start on this year's resolutions, so I spent New Year's Eve baking. I eat out too often and I buy way too many prepackaged products. I'm a pretty good cook when I want to spend the time and effort. My personal physician, who is now a regular reader of Reflections on a MA Fat Woman has encouraged me to become the MA Less Fat Woman. Well, Crap! You know what that means? That little four-letter word that we all love to hate: D-I-E-T. My champagne buzz hasn't even started to wear off yet and I'm already beginning to think of ways that I can cheat on my new healthy eating plan--at least that's what they tell me it's called. I probably shouldn't go out for Chinese food either. That's something I always do on New Year's Day. It's a good thing I did all of that baking. I probably shouldn't mention what I made. Okay, you dragged it out of me. Chocolate Chip Cookies, and they sure are good.