Oh, anybody curious to the title of my blog......I want to see the one hundreds again. Even if it is 199.9 pounds, I want to see it. I can't remember the last time I weighed UNDER 200 pounds. I think when I met my husband 13 years ago.
Of course, I would like to see 175 or even 160, but right now, I would be happy with 195...give or take.
Anyway, here are a few more things I want to visit:
Size 20 (hey, I'm borderline 30, I am aiming low here)
My pubic hair. Seriously, do I have any? I should ask my gyno. My belly hangs that far down. Pretty gross, huh?
My face. Hey, I have a cute face when it isn't enlarged.
Fit into a ride a Disneyland (or a movie theater seat, an airplane seat, etc.) I just theorized that the reason so many fat people go to Disneyland is because they are tolerated. NOBODY at the park has ever denied a fat person (walking or scooter) anything. We all feel like normal people. Mickey Mouse does not shink back in horror (that we can tell! hahahahhahaha) when he is approached by a non-perfect human specimen.
A normal blood pressure reading without medication.
Climbing stairs or getting into bed without having to catch my breath.
Not being the fattest chick at the pool, beach, river. Don't harpoon me, please, I am not dangerous.
Sex. I will leave it at that.
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