Monday, November 30, 2009

From the mailbag.

So, I get a lot of e-mail from you people.

A lot of it is hate mail--people taking time out of their day to let me know all the ways I should die, that I'm an idiot, that I should have my kids taken away... fun stuff like that. A little of it is fan mail (thank you for not wishing I'd get cancer/AIDS/in a horrific car accident and die).

And then there are the questions. Those are my favorites. Today I'm going to answer a few.


If someone else at the Y had a blog and you were one of the "crazies" they wrote about, what would your nickname be?

I gave this one a lot of thought as I worked out this morning. I think my nickname would be "The Mouth Breather." Because, umm, I'm a mouth breather. I have to really concentrate on keeping my mouth closed. I'm sure at any given moment if you were to see me while I was exercising, my mouth would be agape and my tongue would be slightly out. We call it Turcotte Tongue in my family--I'm far from being the only one in my gene pool afflicted by this. It's not pretty, but we can't seem to help it.



How does it feel to be thin?

I don't know. I still feel completely fat, and I probably always will. Sad but true.



How can you be happy about having three Christmas trees when there are families who will not have one?

We (and by "we" I mean my husband) have worked hard over the years to be able to afford little extras like three Christmas trees. I have no qualms about enjoying the things we've earned in life just because others do without. Do you feel guilty when you get dressed and eat breakfast each day? We do our part to help those less fortunate.

And let's face it--one of those trees cost less than a carton of cigarettes.

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