I would like to assure my faithful readers (all 3 of them) that I have LONG since outgrown (as it were) the short-sighted *ahem* sentiments expressed in this edition of the Way Back Journal.

I am not a heightist. I don't care how tall men are anymore. Not even a bit. Not an issue. I'm SO over it.

Thank you.

I would also like to reassure my brave and intrepid readers that the eponymous "Big Thrill" is not what it sounds like in the context of today's entry. Nonetheless, I have to admire the frankly sex-positive tone of my fifteen-year-old self. You go, girl (even though you had no idea what you were talking about)!

On the other hand, the list of food consumption is a tad depressing, and I'm warning you, there's going to be a lot more of that. Sheesh. What's interesting is that eventually I completely lost my sweet tooth, which is only now shyly emerging from the gum line once again. Instead, I acquired the fat + salt tooth, which was hardly an improvement.

In an update, I note that one of my few signal accomplishments in the last year or so is that I completely changed my relationship to food. In the process I lost almost 20 pounds. But ~ and this is key ~ I no longer really care. I still love to eat good food, but I don't eat for comfort, and I realize that it's not a competitive sport (and certainly my brother will not eat the food off my plate anymore).

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