The date on the photo is September 1978, so I would have been 2½ and Memaw would have been 45, if I’m doing the math right.
I’m still a little fuzzy on when I lived where as a toddler, so hopefully my Mom will post a comment and tell me where this is. I’m guessing this is Florida, and that the photo was taken by Memaw’s third husband, Richard, aka Papaw.
#tbt from ten years ago: me and @wamydia at the Air Force Museum in Dayton, August 2004. #throwbackthursday flic.kr/p/dqKph
It was 1985. I know this not because of any actual label on the photo, but because 1985 was McDonald’s 30th anniversary.
We lived in Florida at the time, and my Mom was a breakfast manager at the local McDonald’s. The owner of that store, Carol (or was it Carole?), hosted a picnic at her house for all the employees (actually, it might have been managers and families only). They lived on a fairly large piece of property, with a lake, and you can tell it was a nice neighborhood (as opposed to the trailer park we lived in) because they actually have a greenish lawn. In Florida, in the SUMMER. (Again, I’m pretty sure it was summer. Might have been spring. No date on the photo.)
The hunk at the very right of the frame, waiting for the serve at the volleyball net, was my Mom’s boyfriend at the time, Bill. This may have been the very same summer I got my first blisters from sunburn, from riding back home from the beach in the back of Bill’s truck — nearly an hour’s drive.
At any rate, there aren’t very many pictures of me at this almost-awkward age, so this was a welcome surprise to find in the same loot as my prom dress and ballet recital costumes.
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.
