March 13, 2007
Life of a spectator, I flop in the double-wide with a sack of chocolate drops, a coke, chips, corn dog spinning in the nuke and wish I were skinny. Some say my legs are cottage cheese. When I was little I told myself I’d never get fat. I would sit on the toilet and tell myself that my legs could never be wider than the lip of the seat. Funny, that. Now my legs can barely part. Walking is troublesome. Standing hurts my knees. I’d rather stay here, comfortable, warm, and have my daughter take care of living for me.