I was a skinny, athletic kid, until 16. From 16 to 22, I was hefty (a term I find preferable to chunky, heavy or the big “O” word). Since 22, I have slimmed down and, while not so athletic anymore at 45, I am fit. Every now and again, when I recount my years of being “two tons of fun”, people are often disbelieving and want to see the fat pictures.
Well they surfaced on Facebook, courtesy of a college friend to whom I haven’t spoken in years and years and, after this, may not for many years to come. Ok, I am exaggerating. I’ll talk to him at our 60th college reunion because we will both be senile.
I can honestly say I have been the trifecta of fat, dumb and happy — all at once and at different times.
Ah, the joys and perils of connectivity.