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Throwback Thursday

It’s kind of catchy, I think I like it. Today for Throwback Thursday (which may be the start of something, or then again, it may not…) I bring you Saturday morning memories.

1. Coming downstairs in pajamas to watch cartoons.

217182. Scooby Doo

3. Josie and the Pussycats

4. Hong Kong Phooey

5. Commercials featuring Captain Crunch, Digger the Dog, and Happy Ho Ho

6. Time for Timer (Hanker for a hunka, slab or slice or chunka, hanker for a hunka CHEESE)

7. Conjunction Junction

8. I’m Just a Bill

9. All of Schoolhouse Rock!

10. Getting off the couch or floor to change the channel.


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Oreo Habit

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I am the girl with the Oreo habit. Ok, not a girl anymore, a full-fledged middle aged woman. I’m much too old to have an Oreo habit. But really it’s not an actual Oreo habit, it’s a sweet habit. No, that’s not even it. It’s a food habit. And it’s more than a habit, it’s an all out obsession.  There, I said it. Will that make it go away? Of course not. I wish it were that simple. A public declaration, a little shaming and humiliation, a few minutes of feeling bad, then presto change-o… no more problem! I would do it. I really would.  You want me to wear a sign for a day?Put it on the blog? Confess my sins to a talk show host? Fine.

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I tried out for the Biggest Loser. I put on a dress that both made me look cute and made me look fat. I did my hair and make up , to the best of my ability, then toddled off to a local mall with folding chairs and my sweet boyfriend (who LOVES a big woman, lucky for me). I sat in line for hours, filling out forms and chatting with other fat women. Then I got my chance. I filed into the private space along with about a dozen other fat people and sat at the table with a giant grin pasted across my face. “Look at me! I’m fat! I have personality! Pick me, pick me!” But they didn’t. Secretly I was relieved. After all, I have a kid and a dog and a boyfriend and a job and a life. How could I jet off to “the ranch” to reinvent myself? And deep down the bigger question, how could I possibly face the humiliation of trying to do it on national t.v.?

tumblr_m6j7p7gEiM1qzoexto1_400I was terrified that they might pick me. After all, I had plenty to lose, I’m reasonably cute, and I’m pretty articulate. I reasoned that they didn’t want someone who would just cry and mumble the whole time. Not that I wouldn’t cry. I’m sure I would cry buckets. In fact, I had already decided that Jillian and Bob were too intense for me, so I would HAVE to be on Dolvett’s team. Do you think they take requests?

Anyway, that was over a year ago, and America managed another whole season of Biggest Loser without me. I didn’t watch. Well, not much anyway. I tend to feel too guilty. I much prefer Extreme Weightloss.  One episode and it’s over. Besides, I like the one on one approach, and who could possibly resist Chris Powell? With him training me I would have to succeed, right? Maybe it’s time for another try out.