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chronicles of a fat girl named miss t.j.

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Welcome to the chronicles of a fat girl named miss t.j. You are now privy to the online musings of this happy, fat, black chick with SASSY hair. So, sit back and enjoy the crap that I am about to dish out!!!

The best thing about losing weight is losing weight and the worse thing about losing weight is the working through your old clothes to new clothes. I refuse to buy new clothes until I get to my goal weight. This has been quite a challenge - I wear suits to work and a good majority of them don't fit so I always feel like a slob shuffling into work with pants that are baggy and jackets that hang off me. But, why invest in new wardrobe materials at the moment when I will be a size smaller by next month? This is a dilemma I am not so sure how to handle.

Someone stop the insanity!!! I need to leave the Food Network alone...I got introduce to Emeril via a very tall man and now I can't stop. All due to the tall man and Emeril, my mother and I are becoming closer by the second and it is scary. I mean first we sit down to watch Emeril Live and in the process Emeril shows me how to cook up some dishes that will surely had another 2 inches to my hips and I am ample-hipped woman -- I don't need any MORE inches I need LESS. Now my mother and I are discussing fashion and paint options for the basement. We are actually becoming like mother and daughter versus landlord and tenant - I don't like it!!! It should go back to the way it was, where I would mutter my smart ass comments under my breath and she would pretend not to hear and then do something passive-aggressive later. Those were the good ole days, the days of yore when I never knew what to expect when dealing with her. Those were the fun days...it kept me on my toes. Now we are having those sweet moments where I place my head in her lap and ooh and awwh at the genius of Emeril. This happened last night over "House Hunters" followed up by Emeril showing us this shrimp and carbmeat casserole -- mmm, mmm, good!!!

I joke around quite often that I don't have a heart and it all stemmed from the fact that some of my friends thought my heart was a little too big and much too soft when it came to those I had relations with. I am good for telling folks forget this and forget that...but I don't practice what I preach. For the first time in my life I tried to practice what I preach and it isn't going to well. The guilt is eating away at me for not trying to hash out the events, make peace and move on. I think because I have done something I feel is unworthy is what made me stop bleeding during the middle of a blood exam. I am being all out serious, I just stop bleeding - it was the freakiest thing, the hemo-tech (I can't spell what they do) actually called in another tech to see if she did something wrong (and she hadn't). I just stop bleeding and they couldn't find another vein afterwards, which is no surprise because they had a hard time finding one in the first place (trust me these blood results are going to be funny). Now not being able to find a vein on this ample-bodied young lady is rare and damn near unheard of. I am a very good bleeder and I think I wasn't today because I didn't get to the bottom of a situation and I am going to try and fix that today.

Thank you "R" for pointing out to me that I can’t read a calendar…but, I fixed the information now. So, my numerical dating should hopefully now be correct – See altered blog below.

On Thursday, September 18, 2003 at approximately 10:20 PM during one of my all-time favorite shows “House Hunters” the effects of Isabel took place and the power went out. I was cast into darkness with only the slow vocal effects of “Prince da Jour” of WPGC 95.5 to keep me company. I was cool with it; being without power was not going to break me. Friday, September 19, 2003 another day without power...I am strong – I have gas heat, so my water is hot and I can cook what food hasn’t spoiled and Saturday I will be away for the evening so no fretting. Saturday night to the wee hours of Sunday morning need not really be mentioned again. Monday, September 22, 2003 I am awoken by the sweet subtle sounds of my cell phone alarm because my power is still out, it has been rough but I can make it – I am going to work and my company has power!!! I stay at work my normal 14 hours without a lunch break and my black ass is so tired, I trudge to my car and do an ultra-quick trek home (15 minutes…I must be speeding) and arrive to a development that seems to have lights. Is it possible my house will be lit – It is!!! I run through my house turning on every light I can, turning on every appliance like I had never seen such greatness known as electricity before. It is a wonderful thing...my 92-hour void of electricity had been lifted. The Heaven’s are smiling upon me but I couldn’t fully enjoy the flush of halogen on my skin because I was too tired. So I retired to bed where electricity was not needed to put me in deep comatose sleep to only be rudely awakened at 5:00 AM by a loud alarm clock telling me to get up and go to work.

How is it possible that every time I get drunk I lose this one particular item? I never remember taking it off and in the morning I can never find it. I needed a sanity break from work, so for some asinine reason I took my overnight bag from my night of debauchery and rummaged through it and still no lost item. There must be a fairy coming in my room and stealing the item. Yeah, that is it!!!

Yes, I have uttered the words I will never, ever drink again. I have never in the past believed this to actually be the case, but this time I mean it. I will never, ever drink again!!!

I was informed that “what I do drunk doesn’t count” - I don’t subscribe to this statement. I believe that while I may be drunk I am accountable for all that I do. What I do while intoxicated is apart of my personality but it rarely shown because I walk around with my guard up. I detest the fact that there are parts of my personality that are not at all pretty. And quite a few those bad personality traits were shown this past weekend. So, I solemnly affirm that I will never, ever drink again – And I really, really, really mean it this time!!!

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