Most of my adult life I have been on the healthy side. When I say healthy what I mean is a bit plump. Who am I kidding? I am fat and have been for the last 20 years. Just ask my sisters. They have taken great delight in pointing it out in their celery stick eating, skinny girl ways.
“Mar, should you really be eating that cookie? Have you seen yourself from the backside?”
“Why yes, I think I should. Thanks for noticing.”
Then there are my parent’s last words. No seriously, I was with both of them when they died. I am not kidding when I tell you my mom’s final words were, “Well, you are fat” and my dad’s were, “I’ll be ok. Then we’ll get that weight off you.”
Now do you understand my constant and urgent need for cookies?
Anyway, I have now lost 25 pounds over the last few months. That’s right celery stick eating, skinny girl sisters of mine. Twenty. Five. Pounds.
So today I was talking to my sister Kelly. She is heading back to Houston next month for her 3 month check up at MD Anderson. I am going with her this time. Of course, I had to tell her about my 25 pound loss.
“So, you are going to be so bummed when you see me.”
“Why would I be bummed?”
“Because I’ve lost 25 pounds and I’m eating healthy. No more making fun of me. Ha!”
“Oh please. Get as skinny as a rail. Char and I will still have plenty of material.”
It should be an interesting trip.