Looking out my Backdoor: As a matter of fat

Several weeks or months ago, all the women in the Rancho jumped onto the latest diet-craze roller coaster. One at a time. I’m not sure how or why. Each is beautiful in her own way.

I say “all” the women. I mean all but myself. I wasn’t invited. Not that I would have bought the ticket. I once rode that carnival ride and it cost me dearly. I have not dieted since.

When I was in high school, several girls attempted the diet of that time. When I make up my mind to do something, I’m like a snapping turtle; I clamp on and don’t let go.

I doubt I was fat — none of us were. I grew up skinny. I lost mo...