Wednesday December 24th, 2003
Christmas Eve with Family
Each year I spend Christmas Eve with my mom’s side of the
family and Christmas with my dad’s. I really like my family
and I look forward to this each year. My mom’s side of the family
holds the most cousins around my age including my infamous cousin
Pete. (See Journal September 18th) It’s also worth noting that
wrestling is really big with my family, and on my mother’s side
nearly every male cousin is, or at one time, was a wrestler. This
is only worth noting because disputes over chairs and video game controllers
quickly escalate to broken furniture and bloody noses. Granted I usually
miss the fun because I can’t stay away from all the amazing
home made deserts and such that litter the dining room table.
As my brother and cousin Nick took a dispute over a hat to the floor
I was able to have a nice chat with my cousin Pete. I told him what
was new since his legendary visit to LA, a dead transvestite, car
accident, forest fire, standard LA fair. He told me how he needs to
find an Eskimo, an amputee, and a midget to finish off his sexual
check list before he settles down to marry his girlfriend. I Guess
our lives aren’t that different after all. No wait I mean I’m
surprised we came from the same gene pool.
I got a lot of comments from my family about all the weight I lost.
To be honest I didn’t really see any difference until I saw
a picture my mom had set out on an end table next to the Christmas
tree. It was of my family taken last Christmas and I was huge. I look
like I had a pillow under my shirt and I never remember my face ever
looking that fat. As I yo-yo dieted and worked out sporadically over
the last year I lost and gained weight like crazy. To be honest I
thought my weight was back to where it was when I started dieting
and exercising. Now I feel like I’m in an ad for some miracle
weight loss pill with the caption “Results not typical”
underneath a photo of me in a bathing suit.
