The Hunter had been in a foul mood all weekend long. He is hurting, something is wrong with his foot, but he refuses to get it taken care off -takes pain pills instead and moans and groans whenever he gets up. It's especially bad when his wife is watching him, almost as if he would… Continue reading Grumpy-Hunter Day
For those of you who are obese, who never know just when to cease obsessive and incessant stuffing, who walk upstairs with lots of huffing, you may be wondering just why the doctors and the books all lie. You've tried the Atkins and the Eades, have eaten rabbit food and weeds. Have starved yourself… Continue reading Obesity Explained or Not!
'Why don't you take care of the grass,' the hunter said and for the first time in their long life together she understood. He had been raised and taught to hunt for food and provide for his family. Their home and everything in, and around it, was her territory -no matter what. In the evening… Continue reading The Hunter and his Wife
I can and I will march on to my drum Achieve the impossible Live my dream Make a fist just because I can I have found a rhythm so it seems, march to my own drum -still stubbornly holding on by a thread. I have lost 11 pounds so far and I am mighty proud… Continue reading Pigs fly -Porkchop Style
Why are you attacking me, what have I ever done to you? I want to scream but I don't say a word. I haven't treated it right, have ransacked and abused parts of this beautiful, fat body for quite some time. I am carrying an imaginary adult person on my shoulders, everywhere I go. Goodness,… Continue reading I cannot be Trusted -yet
I am hungry. I could eat a horse, or a pig, or perhaps just the two Chinese lunch specials I order so often. $5.99 lunch specials, they come with either fried or white rice, and an eggroll. Why do I think it is a fantastic offer? Their food sucks, the owner has anger issues and… Continue reading Hanging on by a Thread but Hanging on