- I was supposed to get my car running over the weekend. My car’s not running. It’s a point of mild frustration, but mostly just exhaustion. We slaved basically all weekend, and it probably would’ve felt worth it if I’d gotten to hear my car fire….but I didn’t.
The first time I put myself on a diet was in seventh grade. By my calculation, that means I was 12 years old. No one PUT me on a diet, and I wasn’t truly “fat” in retrospect. I remember feeling that way, though. I imagine it probably stemmed more from being 12 years old, nearly six feet tall, and wildly uncomfortable in my own skin.