Me-ish in And So It Goes

I need to lose 1 lbs. 6 oz. to be at my normal 126 pounds give or take. I can do this today after being on a two week cruise and home for the holidays. I consider myself lucky I take no credit at all for my weight, I’ve weighed 126 pounds since I was in high school and has nothing to do with me and everything to do with genetics. I am built exactly like each of my parents in 5 foot five, long arms, long legs straight up and down figure. I’ve never had that hourglass small waist thing going on. In junior high school high school this used to upset me I didn’t get to wear a bra until I was in eighth grade. Most of the other girls had boobs. I wore undershirts. Still, my mother finally got me one of those old fashion training bras just to shut me up anyway that’s who I am when people ask me how I stay so slim all I can say is good genetics and portion control I guess. I think portion control. It’s just a habit, my son is an excellent cook and when he’s over here now and cooks, he loads everybody’s plate up. I have trained him too much angst to just give me a small portion of everything. I have told him that if I want more I will get it. He loads John‘s plate up with enough food for two people. Honestly, that’s not an exaggeration. John will always clean his plate if he has a little bit or if he has a lot he never leaves anything I wasn’t brought up that way wasn’t brought up to clean your plate, I was brought up to eat what I could if I needed more it was always more. Also, I am a slow eater I read years ago, but if you want to lose weight, always look at the slowest eater at the table and pace yourself to them, I consider eating a social experience , it’s a time to be gather with the family and to talk in my family. We always had a vocabulary word that we have been assigned to report on and always were asked,” tell us what you did at school today?” I remember one time when I was very young. I couldn’t think of anything to tell about my day at school and the pressure felt insurmountable so I made up this big story about a tiger that was loose in school and they were trying to catch it, and it came into our room, blah blah blah, my father looked at me and said, “not Dan and Kathleen do you know that that’s a lie not even cleaning parentheses the dog believes it. Just think about it again and find one thing even if it’s something that doesn’t seem important to you club so I told him about the boy and Roger, who got caught eating paste out of the big jar and punish him. The teacher made him eat a big lava paste out of that jar in front of all of us. My father looked over at my mother and said you need to call that school tomorrow and report that teacher this of course terrified me. I think I was only in first grade. I don’t know if my mother ever called or not. I don’t know what happened to Roger. I just know that I learned to really have something good to report at the table is something that was going to get me in trouble with the teacher. So this is a nothingness report here. But it does give some insight in how I was raised in the pressure was always put on me to be perfect to make sure I have something to report a new kind of something. My parents wanted to hear. I always spell great pressure growing up pressure to be the prettiest to be the smartest to be the most well behaved, and really how it turned out was that both my parents were lunatics. One of the happiest days of my life was the day they divorced well, not really I put new pressures on me. I try to make everybody happy as we know from reading my drivel here. I’m pretty abysmal at that. Woe is me. Woe is me. What a crock of bullshit this must be.There! I just made a poem for all of you. You can thank me later.