Senior Prom. “Mardi Gras in New Orleans,” May 20, 1994.
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TBT: On This Day in 2003, I Admitted I Was Fat.
31 July 2003: My Weight Loss Plan… For Real This Time
I am fat. More than fat, I am obese. I can’t seem to locate the entry where I discussed how I’m not-quite-morbidly obese and linked to the scary Flash BMI calculator, but we’ve gone over the fact several times in the months before the wedding. I am still the same weight I was in November… which could be good or bad. I choose to be grateful that I haven’t gained any more weight. I maintain that there is some validity to the concept of a weight setpoint, since I seem to have stabilized around a given weight.
Oh, hell. I’m not going to dance around it anymore. I weigh 250lbs. *collective gasp*
Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I am 70 pounds overweight by the most conservative estimate. Being my ideal weight (my personal ideal weight, not what “they” say) would put me back in middle school — though I’m now about three inches taller than I was then.
TBT: DCM Picnic, 16 July 1995
I was 19 years old and in the middle of my first summer of drum and bugle corps. We’d just placed third in the Drum Corps Midwest Division III Finals, and were enjoying the DCM Picnic before taking some time off for Home Days between first and second tour. (You can’t really see me in this photo, but I’m second from the end on our tug-o-war team — almost the anchor spot.)
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TBT: Bluecoats Picture Day, 14 July 1997
Pictured above: Bianca, Daniel, Kristy, Fourbears, and me.
If I hadn’t labeled the back of this picture, I would have forgotten that the most epic free day of my one season in the Bluecoats Drum & Bugle Corps also happened on Picture Day. Continue reading
RIP, College Laundry Basket
My 20-year-old laundry basket met its fateful end during an exceptionally early morning with Connor and Daddy.
It was literally twenty years old. I’d bought it at Target, I believe, when my step-Dad, Tom, and I were buying the things I’d need for college life. The oscillating fan we bought during that same trip met its fate several years back, when one of the blades randomly flew off while the fan was running.
The laundry basket hadn’t been in the best shape for a while, with a few cracks and bendy spots. After Aaron kicked it in a fit of sleep-deprived rage, though, the brittle plastic shattered into pieces that he later found in the upstairs hallway, in our bedroom, in Connor’s bedroom, in the upstairs bathroom, even in the foyer downstairs.
When it went, it went with style.