文档介绍：生命不能承受之“重”
Skinny Bones Jones, Twig, Stick and Monkey Arms were some of the nicer names the kids at school called me when I was a kid. Thin didn’t begin to describe my appearance. I was an extremely picky eater with the 1)metabolism of a hummingbird. I was so slight in stature, I looked like a good stiff wind could blow me over. A boy at school once took a look at me and asked,“Are those strings or legs?”
Being 2)scrawny and skeletal was made even worse by the fact that my mother was plumply overweight. Mom had me late in life, so she was firmly in middle age by the time I was old enough to walk. She battled her bulge by occasionally following 3)Weight Watchers and exercising alongside 4)Jack LaLanne. Doing 500 jumping jacks, 100 legs lifts and 25 push-ups were soon followed by lunches of 5)cottage cheese with canned beets, last night’s leftover mashed potatoes,then enjoying a large bowl of 6)rocky road ice cream while watching 7)Days of Our Lives. By the time I was eight, Mom gave up on ever getting her pre-four-children-body back, so she threw out the Weight Watchers books and our bathroom scale in one last act of suburban, house-wifely defiance, forcing me to monitor my growth and weight gain at other people
’s houses. And when classmates asked me e to their house to play, my first question wasn’t, Do you own a Barbie Dreamhouse? but Do you have a scale?
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