Nice weather out there. Nice temperatures, clear skies, almost like spring.. I was just out in it, walked around the block twice, my exercise for the day. Anyway, it's nice outside, but to me in many ways it looks better from the inside. I have felt this way for some time. Sometimes I'll go on a 5 day bed binge, dreaming it up with occasional looks out the window at the beautiful world outside. Very nice. Then I run out of food and have to hit the stores. On foot, and there's no putting it off. Then all of a sudden it starts to rain. That happened last week. Not a major downpour but still annoying. I have made a few resolutions this year. For most the day of resolution is the first of January, for me it's the day after the Super Bowl, or the day after the day after the Super Bowl if the hangover keeps me in bed. One of those resolutions is to get up every day and go out if only for a short time. Also to routinely check out nearby thrift stores for good quality stuff even if I won't need it till summer - if I love that long. I have decided to go almost exclusively with thrift stores - and that includes even shoes. I am sick of taking shit back to stores. When I bitch about it people say, "Go with Amazon, you don't have to go to a store", but it's the same shit - you don't know what you're going to get. Anything old that is still usable is likely superior to even the best new stuff of the day. And these are my thoughts for the day, which are few in number as once again I see I'm getting no inspiration from anybody in here - it's just me alone babbling, and believe me, I could go on forever, but won't because I don't want to bore my valued readership, all of whom I thank for reading this post - and until next time may God bless you all, each and every fucking one.

On 2/9/2022 4:03 PM, Thomas Joseph wrote:
> Nice weather out there. Nice temperatures, clear skies, almost like spring. I was just out in it, walked around the block twice, my exercise for the day. Anyway, it's nice outside, but to me in many ways it looks better from the inside. I have felt this way for some time. Sometimes I'll go on a 5 day bed binge, dreaming it up with occasional looks out the window at the beautiful world outside. Very nice. Then I run out of food and have to hit the stores. On foot, and there's no putting it off. Then all of a sudden it starts to rain. That happened last week. Not a major downpour but still annoying. I have made a few resolutions this year. For most the day of resolution is the first of January, for me it's the day after the Super Bowl, or the day after the day after the Super Bowl if the hangover keeps me in bed. One of those resolutions is to get up every day and go out if only for a short time. Also to routinely check out nearby thrift stores for good quality stuff even if I won't need it till summer - if I love that long. I have decided to go almost exclusively with thrift stores - and that includes even shoes. I am sick of taking shit back to stores. When I bitch about it people say, "Go with Amazon, you don't have to go to a store", but it's the same shit - you don't know what you're going to get. Anything old that is still usable is likely superior to even the best new stuff of the day. And these are my thoughts for the day, which are few in number as once again I see I'm getting no inspiration from anybody in here - it's just me alone babbling, and believe me, I could go on forever, but won't because I don't want to bore my valued readership, all of whom I thank for reading this post - and until next time may God bless you all, each and every fucking one.

I prefer a winter day in NYC. When it's cold and the wind is howling, I
get to bundle up and don't appear as big as I actually am; which by the
way I'm now down to 368 lbs. Once I reach my goal of getting down to
160, I will don a pair of shorts and tee-shirt. Only then will I call a
warm, sunny day "beautiful".

Judith Latham wrote:

> I prefer a winter day in NYC. When it's cold and the wind is howling, I
> get to bundle up and don't appear as big as I actually am; which by the
> way I'm now down to 368 lbs. Once I reach my goal of getting down to
> 160, I will don a pair of shorts and tee-shirt. Only then will I call a
> warm, sunny day "beautiful".

You women are all the same, always trying to impress people by being different. You sit around waiting to hear how the majority feels about something, like the weather for example - they like it warm and balmy. That's when you get to be something special by announcing that you prefer it when it really cold and the winds are howling. You are the type, if you're in the back of a car, you will yell at the driver to roll the windows up (if they're down), or to roll them down (if they're up). Just to be different. But not really different, not in a dangerous way, not in some way that could put you in jeopardy. You are a brazen attention seeker. But I'm done talking about you. I want to get back to talking about your weight. By the way, where does your weight go when you lose it? Do you hand it off to someone else like in a relay race?

Now finally to the point. About the shorts - buy a good quality pair. Be nice to yourself. Spend some money. You're going to need it for things you never needed it for before - like a big wheelbarrow to haul around giant flaps of skin dangling from your anorexic physique. You do know when you lose weight you've got to exercise, don't you? Ok then. One of the best exercises is running. And that is exactly what you will do as all the men in the world gather for your coming out party, squaring off one against the other in fights to see who gets to challenge for your love next. So many men all at once aching for your body that all you can do is throw up your hands and run. Run Judith, run! Then you lose even more weight - anorexic style. But your skin no longer hangs. Then you pay me to instruct you on how to live a moderate life style from which you emerge not over or underweight, but at just the proper amount for you, your body, your mind, and you soul.

On 2/11/2022 5:22 PM, Thomas Joseph wrote:
> Judith Latham wrote:
>
>> I prefer a winter day in NYC. When it's cold and the wind is howling, I
>> get to bundle up and don't appear as big as I actually am; which by the
>> way I'm now down to 368 lbs. Once I reach my goal of getting down to
>> 160, I will don a pair of shorts and tee-shirt. Only then will I call a
>> warm, sunny day "beautiful".
>
>
> You women are all the same, always trying to impress people by being different. You sit around waiting to hear how the majority feels about something, like the weather for example - they like it warm and balmy. That's when you get to be something special by announcing that you prefer it when it really cold and the winds are howling. You are the type, if you're in the back of a car, you will yell at the driver to roll the windows up (if they're down), or to roll them down (if they're up). Just to be different. But not really different, not in a dangerous way, not in some way that could put you in jeopardy. You are a brazen attention seeker. But I'm done talking about you. I want to get back to talking about your weight. By the way, where does your weight go when you lose it? Do you hand it off to someone else like in a relay race?
>
> Now finally to the point. About the shorts - buy a good quality pair. Be nice to yourself. Spend some money. You're going to need it for things you never needed it for before - like a big wheelbarrow to haul around giant flaps of skin dangling from your anorexic physique. You do know when you lose weight you've got to exercise, don't you? Ok then. One of the best exercises is running. And that is exactly what you will do as all the men in the world gather for your coming out party, squaring off one against the other in fights to see who gets to challenge for your love next. So many men all at once aching for your body that all you can do is throw up your hands and run. Run Judith, run! Then you lose even more weight - anorexic style. But your skin no longer hangs. Then you pay me to instruct you on how to live a moderate life style from which you emerge not over or underweight, but at just the proper amount for you, your body, your mind, and you soul.

I'm a step ahead of you, Thomas. I've already seen a surgeon who will
perform liposuction and excess skin removal, but first I must get my
weight down to 300 lbs. I have an inheritance that will finance
everything. I do exercise every day with my Richard Simmons videos.
You're right about one thing; the men will be lining up for me.

"Judith Latham" wrote in message news:su7ajq$cak$1@dont-email.me...

I'm a step ahead of you, Thomas. I've already seen a surgeon who will
perform liposuction and excess skin removal, but first I must get my
weight down to 300 lbs. I have an inheritance that will finance
everything. I do exercise every day with my Richard Simmons videos.
You're right about one thing; the men will be lining up for me.

You are psycho who wants to go under the knife — all you need to do is stop
eating so much — why can't you do that you fat pig? — Just put the god damn
fork down — and you can't even do that! — I have heard about plenty of
people dying while getting that liposuction procedure — don't you remember
what happened to Joan Rivers? — you stupid asshole —395 lbs. means that you
are well into the 400 lbs. range — because women lie about their real age
and what their weight is — nobody believes you you pathetic liar — I always
knew that you are around 500 lbs. — Richard Simmons? — wow you really are
desperate and really screwed-up in the head to watch those totally faggot
videos — Richard Simmons? — you have got to be kidding — what's the matter
doesn't Jane Fonda videos suit you? — L.O.L. doing exercise with a total
flamboyant creepy homosexual who regularily lost his mind on late night
television — Richard Simmons is a crazy asshole — and you Judith the fake
jew would go for that kind of crap — NO, the men will not be lining up for
you — all those scars on your hideous 500 lbs. body will make men avoid you
like a plague — so let's get serious — excess skin removal? — DON'T —
because you can always keep extra cash hidden the the massive skin folds and
even coins can be stored there too — imagine all the things you can store in
your skin folds, like magazines, a book, a sex toy, some stamps to mail a
letter to me: 1469 Alameda Road, San Jose.

Judith Latham wrote:

> You're right about one thing; the men will be lining up for me.

I won't be one of them. Nothing personal, I just don't go for group sex. Individual sex scares me even more. I don't like being alone with the same person for too long. If I can duck into the line, maybe get a sniff or a feel here or there, ok, I might do it. But I'm not standing in line to fuck anybody or anything because I'm retired and my days of working are over.