Well, a skinny HEALTHY person. I want both. I’ve seen plenty of skinny people who are far from healthy.
Wait! I really don’t want skinny. I just want to fit in my clothes and be able to bend over without cutting off the blood supply to my brain and not have to keep my arms folded across my [several] rolls around the middle to keep them hidden. And, know that I’m not putting myself at risk for stroke, heart attack, diabetes, etc. I want to be able to say ‘no thanks’ to lots of crappy food that’s everywhere. I want to eat healthy stuff that feeds my brain. I want to be able to get up off the toilet by myself when I’m 75. I want to be able to wipe my own you know what. I want to not be a burden on my children. I want to be able to take a walk if that’s what I feel like, instead of sitting in a chair by the window wishing I could. I want to stop being driven by food. I want to love myself enough to treat myself well without making food part of it. I want to . . .
You know! — everything I’ve been writing about for the past 700 posts.