This week, I have an assignment due in one of my classes.  The assignment came with instructions to “take a look at a menu.”  My first thought was, “Well, which menu should I choose?  There are so many!  Chipotle…Chili’s…Carrabba’s…Arby’s…”  The list goes on and on.

Imagine my consternation when I opened the assignment and found out the professor meant an online menu, not a food menu.  You know, the drop-down sort of menu on Amazon where you indicate which credit card you want to use to have Prime ship that Michael Kors bag to your house.  I really shouldn’t be surprised by this, though.  One of the problems that comes with being a fat girl is that everything correlates to food.

Everything.

Thin people have no idea what it’s like to try to decide whether or not

At some point in a future post, I will go into great detail about how I arrived from point A to point B on the journey of fat-dom, and how I’m slowly crawling my way back from a hole of high blood pressure and back-fat bra extenders.  Right now, though, suffice it to say I’m now less anticipatory about my menu assignment than I previously was.

I’m just “hungry” for something more.