The Skinny

When I was in high school, I told myself, “You’re not FAT. You’re just CHUNKY.”
At 5′ 8″ and 135 pounds, I’d give anything to be that “chunky” again. Our ten year high school reunion is coming up next year, and I’m really looking forward to it. While I didn’t enjoy high school all that much, I LOVED my senior year. My class is full of some of the greatest people on this green earth, and no foolin’.
I had so much fun looking through my yearbook this morning. For years and years (seriously, like since I was a little kid) I had wanted to give the “Class History” speech in my senior graduation. I dream big, I know.
For those of you who don’t know what the “Class History” speeach is, it’s a hilarious summation of the years we spent together. Because the classes who graduate from our little high school are so small, we really do have some great “history” stories. While we were planning our graduation ceremony, I raised my hand and asked if I could help write and give the class history speech. It turns out another kid in our class had been dying to give it for years as well, so we teamed up with my friend, Erin, and we wrote and gave the speech. The guy we gave it with had been dared to grow a beard and not shave until after graduation, so Erin and I made sure we matched.

I was voted Most Original Girl, and boy howdy: was I. I was really fun when I was 17. I was creative and crazy and funny and independent.

Aaaaand I was skinny. There’s nothing like looking at ten-year old pictures of yourself to make you go, “Man, I’ve really let myself go.”

Remind me to look at these pictures when I’m not pregnant. Right now I can’t exactly focus on losing weight… but when I’m done nursing, I will need some inspiration. Granted my entire BONE STRUCTURE has changed since then and getting back down to 135 is a laughable goal… but I’d be happy with a sturdy 145.

I just wish I could get away with EATING like I did back then. Snickers Bar and Dr. Pepper for lunch, anyone?


  1. My most (in)famous was a half pound of hot wings, a half a pound cake, and a tankard of banana-flavored Nesquik. Adam still gags a little when I tell that story. I just am relieved I had a friend to help eat the other half.

    Oh! And freshman year, I used to buy a tube of Nestle Tollhouse cookie dough and eat the whole thing.

  2. Take heart in the fact that my goal hovers around yours and I’m 4 inches shorter. :)

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