2000 Bodyparts and Breakfast

Lever 2000...for all 2000 body parts. 2000 body parts? I have to be honest, when you are fat...and I mean really fat...body parts are hard to come by. There are two types of fat people. There are those who are truly fat...and then there are those who think they are fat, complain about being fat, whine about being fat, worry about their cute little belly. I don't like them. You poor thing...you are ten pounds overweight...ahhhh. Get a life. I don't care if you want to diet, eat right and exercise four times a day....that's great! Please keep it to yourself...you little, wasting away, dime size human! I don't envy you. I am not jealous. Would I like to be skinny? Yes. Does a skinny person who has never been more than 10 lbs overweight understand my predicament? No. If I were ten pounds overweight...I would thank God and keep my mouth shut. Also...quit talking about dieting. I don't like sitting around a table talking about what you are doing and what Fred is doing and what Nancy is doing. Hush! It hurts my brain, makes me hungry, but mostly makes me feel like I'm in a legalistic church assembly where I'm never going to make it or be good enough! I wouldn't mind visiting about dieting if done with Grace.

I can't eat another bite. I ate a whole piece of bread and now I am stuffed. I ate a couple of grapes and I couldn't take another bite.

Fat Man: What did you have for lunch today?
Skinny Person: Popcorn
Fat Man: Oh, that sounds great...was it a bag of microwave popcorn?
Skinny Person: Nope, just one kernel.

Bryce wanted waffles and bacon for breakfast. Doesn't that sound wonderful? I had two bites of a waffle and a couple of pieces of turkey bacon. Lunch - ham and turkey sandwich with cheese, pickles and miracle-whip. I didn't eat chips...just enjoyed a diet-coke. Last night I made spaghetti with a turkey bolognese sauce (bolognese - meat based sauce). It was good. I have my spaghetti down to a fine art. I do believe it would rival almost any one's recipe. Last night after soccer I was ready for a snack. I enjoyed a sweet & salty granola bar around 9:00 p.m. I'm know that was a bad move, but man did it taste good.

I worry about breakfast.
I hear people in a scolding voice and a shaking finger,
"Eat your breakfast to start your day right!" I just don't get it.

Who decided the breakfast was the most important meal?

I've seen the pros and cons. I've heard the reports. Here is what I'm going with from here on out. When I am hungry, I will eat. If I am hungry at breakfast time (6:30a.m.) I will eat.
I've lost two pounds. I'm still too fat to mention my weight. Give me 3 more pounds and I may begin to open up. I'm angry while writing this today.

I have to go console my son.
A kid in his class brought a loaded handgun to school today.