Morbid

I am very happy that I am not morbidly obsese or super obsese. Or obsese. Or even overweight. I remain a constant 140-150 depending on the month. I do have a little pudge in the belly but that is because I enjoy eating. And I can eat a lot.

If I was obsese though, I bet I would be one of those obsese women who go from drive through window to drive through window ordering hamburgers and french fries and sit in my little car stuffing my face in the parking lot looking around to see if anyone is looking and crying.

But I am not. I did, however, just sit in my office licking and biting a huge eclair just now and savoring every bite.