Yesterday, I was checking out at Target (I was looking for a peppy, inexpensive dress to wear to my sister's wedding) when the cashier asked out of the blue, "Did you see Mo'Nique's F.A.T. Chance last night?" I don't know why this surprised me, but I swear the typical white New Yorker (or maybe I'm just really naïve and out of touch with popular TV. It is on the Oxygen network, which has a range of fluffy and faux-caring fare like The Janice Dickinson Modeling Agency and Oprah After the Show) wouldn't know what she was talking about. Now why did why did she think I'd be familiar with Mo'Nique's oeuvre (she also went on to discuss how Mo'Nique recently married and had twins and how good she looked)? I mean, I'd been watching the behind the scenes preview the weekend prior, so yes, I knew all about the show but I don't feel like I'm Mo'Nique's target audience (have you ever sat through an episode of The Parkers?! I didn't think so). I guess size trumps race.
And while we're on the topic of fat chances, I'm currently 4 pounds away from being extremely overweight, and contrary to conventional thought, that's a good thing. Extremely overweight is better than obese, right? If I can hack losing two pounds a week for the next two weeks (doubtful at the rate I go–I've been aiming for the one to two pound per week standard since the beginning of the year, which would have me at a 28-pound loss right now, and so far I've managed exactly half that:14 pounds. I can't not eat caramel corn and cheese and coconut milk–slow and steady is about all I can handle) I'll be nice and overweight in time for vacation.