Again this year, I participated in one of the funnest weekends of the year with my Bestie….the Arizona Susan G Komen 3 Day Walk For The Cure. Â Now, I didn’t walk it like I did 2 years ago but I participated on one of the best crews there is…Food Services. Â Now I know you are thinking how can Food Services be fun? Hello! Â Fat Girl here! Â And what does a Fat Girl know about the best…FOOD! Â And as long as I can eat some of the food then I can serve the food…pretty sure I am awesome at it. Â I mean who better to serve you food than a girl who loves to eat food? Â It is like a job made in heaven for a Fat Girl. Â This was my 2nd year being a part of the 3 Day crew and I love doing it. Â Ok the hours SUCK for Food Services, but we make up for it. Â Pretty sure dragging my fat flass up at 0330 was NOT my idea of a good time. Â Have I mentioned that I am not a morning person? Â Not one iota of me likes to get up early, hence why I work nights. Â In fact, I highly do NOT recommend ever waking me up early in the morning unless you want a version of a snarling cat on your hands. Â But it was totally worth it to work with the wonderful group of ladies and 2 guys I worked with this year and to serve all those walkers who raised over 2 million dollars to fight breast cancer.

Seriously, this year our crew was a total blast and they didn’t mind my weirdness. Â You have to be weird to get up at 0330 and serve breakfast and not be a snarling cat. Â Plus what is better when you have to serve food at that ungodly hour than to be dancing around and singing? Â Yup…dancing most certainly occur. Â Especially at the end of the day when they are playing party music…the Fat Girl got her dance on. Â Although one of my crew did say I should be working a pole….pretty sure no one wants to see my naked fat wrapping itself around any kind of pole. Â Plus, have you seen those outfits strippers have to wear? Â The thong alone would get lost in the folds I am for certain….we all know how I feel about thong underwear. Â Can’t you just see me trying to take it off and it flies across the room and lands in someone’s Bacardi and Coke? Â Ew. Â Excuse me Sir…that is not a garnish to your drink so can I please have my chonies back? Â And then let’s discuss a stripper’s bra shall we….what is the point? Â I mean it is not meant to cover anything up and is not meant to support you at all. Â And then why wear those pasties over your nipples? Â I mean…we all know that your nipples are under there. Â Is there something wrong with your nipples that you feel that you must cover them up? Â Are they misshapen? Â Do they point in different directions and the pasties help keep them under control? Are they 2 different colors? Do you feel like maybe you aren’t naked if your nipples are covered? Â Does it make you feel like you have some sort of clothes on if your nipples are covered but your cookah is hanging out for the world to see? Â Pretty sure even though I like to walk around my house nude, that no body needs to see the Fat Girl naked. Â I don’t even like to see me naked…just saying.
Thank goodness the food service crew didn’t dress like strippers! Â We would have froze our nipples off at 0330! Â As it was,we danced and made our own fun serving food. Â And wouldn’t you know it…my Bestie caught the dancing on video! Â Yup. Â Proof that I can at least do the Cupid Shuffle now is out there…don’t judge. Â Thank goodness she didn’t catch what were apparently my stripper moves…
I must say I made some AMAZING friends who now better hope they don’t mind me writing about them (insert evil laugh here) because I am sure there will be more antics as I made fast friends with several of the gals (especially you S!)…and even found out via Facebook after the 3 day that I am related to one of them! Â How weird is that? Â Pretty sure one of the crew is married to my cousin….Crew: Â I will let you figure out who!! Â These gals met me just after I buried Billy so it was wonderful that I could get such support from total strangers who didn’t mind if I was crying, laughing, dancing or just being weird me. Â It was just what I needed to heal my soul. Â And thanks gals for letting me cry when I needed it and for not minding my random dancing. Â My weirdness was celebrated and found other weird souls to commune with…if you have never volunteered for a 3 day, I highly encourage you to do so…you will NEVER regret it. Oh and girls…this is our new song to dance to:
Oh yeah… I didn’t die today. Â I did however make some new friends and got my Fat Girl dance on volunteering for a great cause. Â I am fat girl practicing my stripper moves for next year running. Â The experiment continues….