Inner Slob

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You have probably heard it said that inside each fat person is a thin one screaming to be set free. 

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I am the converse of that statement.

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 Don’t think that I think I am thin; I’m not, but I’m certainly not obese.(or “obeast” as I heard an acquaintance once pronounce it. I’m guessing she isn’t much of a reader.) 

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However, each day as I march out the door to take a power walk (4-8 miles at a 15 minute mile pace), I am leaving coffee, a comfortable armchair, the woodstove in the winter, knitting, my Bible, a library book or two, my cats, and many other lovely sedentary preoccupations. 

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 Each day as I resolutely march out to my studio to paint, draw, plan, return phone calls or any other task necessary to keeping my business going, I pass numerous Adirondack chairs strategically placed around my yard for the purpose of taunting me. 

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They call out, they whisper, they cajole, they plead. 

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What are they saying? “Sit and knit!

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 Enjoy life from a stationary viewpoint!

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 Relax! 

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LEAVE THE INNER FAT GIRL ALONE!”

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 One time I finally sat down and this is what happened to the chair.  A girl could get a fat complex. . .

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4 Comments

  1. Oh… this made me laugh!

  2. How artfully poetic! The last pic is NOT the fat girl complex. It is a very very
    sad chair. Old. Not sat in. In a very long time. Just waiting to have it’s
    loved one come. Come and knit a spell.

  3. Since I lost the post-baby fat (mind you it took 22 years to do so), the once filled out skin now sags a bit. Hmmm … I have people telling me I now look older .. is that good or bad?

  4. I had to laugh at this post. The daily battle to stay on track and figure out priorities is foremost in my actions too.

    The inner fat girl comments were a hoot, but I must confess I starved my IFG decades ago. She popped out when I turned 21 and made me gain 15 lbs one summer (that’s a lot on my small frame), then she kept going the next couple of years in college. She made me very tired moving her dead weight around, plus she stressed my joints and interfered with my plans to live a long life. And I really disliked her looks. She had to die.

    I always feel sooo much better thin.

    Chairs break for odd reasons sometimes. Try not to take it personally.


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