Fat and Happy or Fat and Sad?

Sunday after work I had to stop at the grocery store on my way home from work. As I went from aisle to aisle I found myself in front of the ice cream. I stood there for what seemed a long time and made a decision. I was going to be fat and happy, why not, I’m never going to meet Dean Cain so I might as well go for it. I quickly grabbed the caramel cone by Haagen Das. It is my favorite, it is so good, if you are not worried about calories give it a try. I promise you it will make your eyes roll to the back of your head.
I make my way to the produce department and get my healthy food then I check out and leave.
I get home and unload everything, as I put the ice cream in the freezer I stop and stare. I just stare at the caramel cone sitting there, and I thought I can’t eat this. What if I really meet Dean Cain? I won’t be fat and happy, I’ll be fat and sad! There is nothing worse than a fat and sad Angie.
So, eggplant and mushrooms were for dinner, a sad and healthy Angie was in for the night.
Maybe when I am 98 I’ll be able to eat whatever I want because I won’t care. Of course I’ll be living until I’m 120, so maybe not 98. We’ll see.
A co-worker and I were talking about movies a few weeks back, I was telling her how much I liked the movie Friday. As she stared at me I explained that someone I used to work with recommended it and I had recommended my favorite movie American Dreamer and we exchanged movies.
She said she had never heard of American Dreamer, I said you have to watch it. So I loaned her my copy and she said she enjoyed it.
I decided to watch it again, as I had not seen it in years, I still laugh just as hard as the first time I saw it in the theater back in 1984.
JoBeth Williams is just a delight and Tom Conti is brilliant at playing the straight man.
I think I identify so well with JoBeth Williams character because I have been her. The person not appreciated in her real life and the biggest escapism are books.
Books are still my biggest escapism, I can lose myself in certain characters, eras and situations for hours. Days even. If I ever hit my head and think I am a character in a book I can only hope I am rescued by an Alan McMann. And find myself in Paris of course, the Paris of then, not now, you seriously could not pay me enough to lose my memory in Paris right now.
1984, yes, now, no.
No fat and happy Angie is gong go now and read a book and lose herself in a character.
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