The GBE2 writing prompt challenged me to write a bit of fiction or an essay using only one syllable words. This is my submission. I hope you enjoy it!
She cracked the egg. She could only have one. She longed for more. She grabbed the dry toast. Screw it! It was a whole piece, not a half. Who would toast only a half? She poured her juice and took her pill. Her plate looked bare. She ate.
The egg, toast, and juice were gone too fast. Where did it all go? The hours stretched out till lunch, and then they stretched some more to the next meal. She weighed againand sighed. The scale read the same as the last time. She sighed once more. Why won’t the weight drop as fast as it was gained? I know, the scale must be junk! Time for a new scale!
When I was growing up I was always thin. Even in my 20’s and early 30’s I was pretty thin. I met the man of my dreams. He is my best friend and the best thing that has happened to my life before or since. I was enjoying life. When we first married I had three surgeries in close succession. I said goodbye to my gallbladder, my tonsils, and then had endometriosis removed. I also managed to sustain a concussion. It was an eventful first year to say the least.
As I began to feel better and I reveled in true happiness I began to gain weight. It wasn’t so bad at first as I was too skinny from not feeling well for so long. The weight seemed to creep on without me really noticing it. Then I got pregnant. Since a person is supposed to gain weight while pregnant, I paid little mind to it. I was feeding my baby. The only problem was once I had my baby, I still looked huge. It was not supposed to happen that way at all. I lost some weight, but have never seen my pre-pregnancy weight again. All of sudden I was over weight with cow udders for b00bs and a pointed bubble butt a$$. I woke up and discovered I was fat and had no clue what the hell to do about it. I had never had the problem before. I had always been too skinny, and then all of a sudden I was enormous. Granted I still could find people on the street bigger than me but that was little consolation.
At the time my Dad had his stroke he liked to call me Crisco. I get the reference. He considered me a lard a$$ and even though I know he was teasing me, the reference hurt. While he was in the hospital I was under so much stress keeping on top of taking care of my daughter, husband, and him that I paid little never mind to me. One day I went to see my dad in the hospital and showed him how without a belt my pants literally fell off my a$$. He smiled his lopsided grin and told me Crisco had left the building and to pull up my pants. I did just that.
After my Dad died, the weight silently crept back on. A year later, I was pregnant with my son and trying desperately not to gain any more weight than I absolutely had to. The result was that after I had my son, it actually looked like I had given birth which was a good thing. Seven years have passed and since then the pounds have crept back on. One day I had a medical emergency and went to the emergency room where it was discovered I was suffering from severe hypertension.
I followed up with my doctor and was prescribed blood pressure medication and put on a strict diet. It was a wake up call and I have followed the diet religiously since. The weight loss has been slow going but sure. As of today I am down 28 pounds and wonders of wonders, for the first time in over 12 years I can look down and actually see my toes!!! Hello toes! It has been a long time! I am so glad to see you! I will continue to follow my diet hell come high water, and hopefully I will convince this thing called obesityto creep away. I was hoping that if I didn’t eat as much while pregnant the baby would eat up my a$$ and I would be amazingly thin when all was said and done. Things just didn’t work out that way. That’s life until next time when I give you another glimpse into the life of a trucker’s wife.
On the weeks of the small paychecks you simply can’t pay everyone that thinks they need paying. You pay the bills that take top priority and let the others slide, buy groceries, and put a little go-go juice in the vehicles. The thing about bills is no matter how much the bill collectors hound you and claim that if you don’t make the payment today over the phone, the world won’t come to an end if you don’t. We get paid on Fridays. It doesn’t matter if you call me Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, or Thursday. If you didn’t get paid the previous Friday, it is not happening this week. When I get the money, you get the money. It is what it is.
I have always had a home phone until recently. Then I realized that the only people that ever call on the home phone are telemarketers and the occasional bill collectors. In other words, the only people who actually ever called the house phone were those that I really don’t give a rats a$$ if I ever talk to. So in the grand scheme of things I decided that I really didn’t need a home phone so I canceled it. On the same line of thinking I figured out I didn’t have to pay over $250.00 a month to have a cell phone with unlimited everything. We gotStraight Talkpay as you go android phones that do absolutely everything my high priced T mobile phone could do and pay a jaw dropping $45.00 a month per line. That is only $90.00 a month for unlimited everything!! Ka-ching! I can just hear all the money I am saving!! Why pay more?? In the price wars, you lose T mobile!! It is what it is.
Although I am trying to lose weight, I accept the fact that it will be a rough and tough battle. Although when I look in the mirror I see a woman the size of a barn, I am always happy when I see people bigger than me when I am out and about. I know I am not a skinny Minnie, but if you don’t like the way I look you can look the other way. I am a work in progress!! It is what it is.
Even though my husband is quite vocal about his hatred of cats, I like them. I put up with his dogs and as long as he is married to me and I have breath in my body he will put up with my cats. I have seen him sneaking around petting cats when no one is looking, so he fools absolutely no one. For all his blustering about, he is gone more than he is not so if I want cats I will have cats. It is what it is.
I keep to myself, am not afraid to speak my mind, and will fight for my husband and kids. I am loyal to those I love and to my friends. I am gifted in the fact I can usually find something amusing in just about every situation. You will never have to guess what I am thinking because I tell it just like it is and rarely sugar coat things. I am what I am and it is what it is until next time when I give you another glimpse into the life of a trucker’s wife.
The folks at NaBloPoMo want to know if there is anything I am uncertain about right now. Can a person really be certain about anything?? Only G0d himself knows all the answers, I surely don’t. I surely never try to assume I know much of anything.
Lately I have decided I want and need to lose weight and even though I am walking 2-3 miles a day and working out along with my Biggest Loser Wii game, I worry I will never really lose any serious pounds. I am uncertain if I can keep up the pace. I am uncertain if the changes I have attempted to make to my diet will really have any effect. Walking around the neighborhood with my kids is the easy part. Sticking with it and working out with the Wii Game, or even with the DVD’s I checked out from the library is quite another. I have yet to pop one of the DVD’s in the DVD player and make an attempt to keep up.
That moment is coming though. It is bigger than the both of us!! I am uncertain if I will live through whatever kind of workout that DVD has got in store for me. I am willing to try, and maybe that is half the battle. The best and worst thing about an exercise video starring Bob Harperis that you know you are in for a royal beating. The best and worst thing is I can hit the stop button before I vomit and collapse. Sometimes I think it would be better to have Bob in the flesh screaming at me to keep going, even when I would rather quit.
I am uncertain if anything I do will help me lose weight. It certainly won’t if I give up. Even if I feel better, or by some sick twist of fate somehow find a shred more energy that I didn’t have 15 minutes ago, then all that huffing and puffing, sweating, and sore muscles will be worth it. Looking a little closer to perfect would be worth it.
All I am certain of today is that the sun is shining, I am trying foods I would have never contemplated putting even a foot near my mouth, let alone eat, and I am determined to exercise hell or high water!! The bottom line is I am tired of being fat!! So if I have the guts to take a bull by the horns figuratively, surely I can whittle away a little tit, a little a$$, and this gut that between all three have taken on a life force of their own until next time when I give you another glimpse into the life of a trucker’s wife.
She cracked the egg. She could only have one. She longed for more. She grabbed the dry toast. Screw it! It was a whole piece, not a half. Who would toast only a half? She poured her juice and took her pill. Her plate looked bare. She ate.
She cracked the egg. She could only have one. She longed for more. She grabbed the dry toast. Screw it! It was a whole piece, not a half. Who would toast only a half? She poured her juice and took her pill. Her plate looked bare. She ate.
