How the hell do I write about being fat and trying to overcome it after a night of cheese and crackers, a bottle of wine, an amazing dining experience of seafood chowder, beet salad smothered with gorgonzola and pistachio dressing, skirt steak with panzanella, panko crusted rare sushi-grade tuna with french fries, more wine, creme brulee, fried tapioca, and MORE wine? I can't possible venture into dialogue about loss and eating, or eating to fulfill something lost....what have I lost in the last love relationship? I lost my sense of self, my self esteem, my sanity, lost my entire savings account, my dignity.....HOLY JESUS! If I overeat to compensate for loss, it's no wonder I gained 30 pounds since the birth of my son! I'm in no right mind to ponder this, considering the typos I'm forced to correct as I go. Goodnight, love to all!
THE FAT CHICK