Bible Verse

Beg as loud as you can for good common sense. Proverbs 2:3

Friday, June 6, 2014

What’s the Deal with Dieting?

I have been on a diet off and on my whole life.  It started in 1st grade.  I’m still waiting for my efforts to kick in so I can be beautifully thin.  Well, if not thin, maybe 5 pounds above normal?

And that’s another thing – I have never fit into a height/weight chart in my life.  Back in the 80’s, I was literally starving myself so that I would finally be well represented on a panty-hose chart on the back of every pack.  When I hit my lowest and was just the right size, I checked the graph and saw that I still did not fit.  According to that information, I was still in queen size. 
Of all the things I’ve accomplished in my life, I can do without the “queen” designation. 

When I was a kid, I wore “Chubbies.”  That’s a real upper – go to the store with your mother and hear her ask for Chubbies.  Or – even better -- have the clerk look you over and announce in a loud voice that you can’t wear anything in her department, you’ll have to go to the Chubbies section.

This has been a lifelong problem.  And I mean lifelong.  My mother says that when I was born, it looked like I had ping-pong balls in my cheeks.  Cute on a baby, not so cute later on.

And it doesn’t help to have a name that rhymes with “barrel.”  Kids can be so cruel, you know.

My poor mother was blamed for my extra pounds.  I have a vivid memory of a doctor sitting at a desk, eating cherry pie (my favorite) and telling my mother to quit feeding me so much.

Bless her heart, she tried.  Nobody else in my family was fat.  Just me, good old Carol the barrel.

The older I get, the harder it is to lose.  Although, I must say that I’ve lost thousands of pounds in my lifetime.

To me, heaven is where all those lost pounds finally catch up to me and I will see that my efforts were not in vain.

I know we’re supposed to have new bodies in heaven, but I think I’ll request a quick peek at what might have been. 

Can’t blame a girl for that, can you?

Baby Carol


  1. Boy, can I relate! I struggled my whole life to fit those stupid charts. I finally decided they were designed for Twiggy (remember her?) and ignored them. You can only live so long on lettuce!

  2. Ever wonder if Jesus was a cute baby, like you? If we all just had X-ray vision to see beyond the outside to the inside of people, like he does, wouldn't we be surprised? You are still cute, even beautiful, to anyone who spends 5 minutes or less with you! M