Dearest Fatty, Its hard to feel like your not part of "the gang" isn't it. You have often used groups, tribes and movements of people to hide your problems behind, but its never quite worked out well has it. You became vegetarian and dropped weight in your teens, but piled it all back on within a year. You became vegan and again lost weight (yes yes I KNOW its not the reason you became Vegan..can I continue?), but that didn't last long either.

Dearest Fatty, Your dinner parties are amazing. You know this I know this, your guests know this. I see you sitting at the table and smiling while your guests gush about the meal you've made and pile their plates for seconds and ask for recipes. I also know you can't understand why you have slim friends who can eat two (or like Saturday, even THREE) helpings, plus wine PLUS dessert and yet they are not fat. You eat your meal and really one helping was enough.

Dearest Fatty, Today I am proud of you. Today you stood up for yourself. For breakfast this morning you cooked up eggs and seeded rolls for you and your husband to enjoy a late (10am) breakfast. The you worked hard all morning spring cleaning until around 1pm when your husband poked his head around the door. "You Making any lunch?" He asks. Now Mr Fatty is not.

Dearest Fatty, It seems strange to have corresponded with you a few times now but to have still avoided the major issue.

Dearest Fatty, Today you went clothes shopping. Normally you wouldn't, I know this because I always come with you and understand what a trial this can be. In normal conditions you would have just gone straight to the jogging pants isle and grabbed the biggest size but this time you had to be brave and go to the dress isle.

    Is it your flab or your brain you need to fight? Answers on a postcard please. Dearest Fatty. The internet is a haven for you isn’t it. A place the lonely can congregate and share without the all too often judging that comes with face to face meetings. Networking sites like FaceBook mean you can put up a flattering head shot as your profile picture and censor any other pictures up loaded.

  Dearest Fatty. Lets talk about sex shall we? Being fat stops you having sex. Period. When was the last time you had sex Fatty? Can you even remember? We are talking months and not weeks though aren’t we.

Dearest Fatty, Why am I writing to you? To me? Why do I call you Fatty? I went through the whole thesaurus and it was the only one that fit. What should I call you instead? Porky? Plump? Chubby? Stout? None of these words really hit the mark now do they?

The Winds of Change.....

Working at home can do a number on your body image. Between talking on the phone, feeding the cat, doing bills the mirror catches your eye and you realize you are still in your pajamas. It is eleven a.m. you should be dressed, most people are getting dressed to go to work. No one can see you, people on the other end of the phone have no clue you are not in slacks and a blouse with make up done. They have no clue you are picking up toys, doing the laundry while taking their order or filling their needs. Multi tasking, taking care of business and the home all in a days work.

 I decided to learn about and begin blogging for a couple of reasons. I need to keep my brain challenged by learning new things.  I want to understand the challenges my daughter is facing as a parent in this constantly changing world where technology has created an entirely different environment for her to be parenting in than what I was faced with raising her and her sister.