Lesson 1

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You can’t fit 10 pounds of sugar in a 5 pound sack. I learned that this morning as I was getting dressed and tried on a shirt that might have been a teeny tiny little bit too snug. Who am I kidding, this bad boy was so tight you could see arteries and intestines. As I struggled with this shirt and buttoned it over my stomach (I gave up with the chest because I lose more and more buttons that way), I got light headed and fell flat on my amply supplied (ie gorgeous) hind parts. As I tumbled, I said self, someone else needs to hear about this, and not necessarily because I think everyone is so interested in me (though they should be), but because I could never explain the lump and bruise otherwise. Anyhow, that’s what got this blog going. Sometimes you just gotta let people know, and I’ve never been one to keep quite. This isn’t blog about size, but hell my size plays a role in my life and perceptions and it will be reflected in what I say. Sometimes I’ll have videos, sometimes pictures and sometimes just angry rants (I really have a thing for rants and righteous indignation.) You’ll never know what you may find on here, but I promise you, it’ll never be dull.