At 13 years of age, my parents decided to send me to a sleepover camp in the Catskills of NY that specialized in weight loss. Sort of the "Shecky Greene's camp for fat future comics". Right after I arrived, 2 heavy set kids descended on me and started making fun of my weight. I pointed out to them that they were heavy also and in the same camp and thus the same kind of predicament that I was in. I didn't quite say it like that as I hadn't had the expanded grasp of the English language that I enjoy now so it came out, "Oh yeah? you're fat too!"
To which they replied, "Yeah, but you are REALLY fat! We're just overweight." Ah, youth.
I did meet a girl that summer. Her name was Melanie and she sported a Jew fro and glasses. She taught me French kissing and I taught her a Queen song that I told her I wrote. Alas, it was an ill fated romance as she met someone else after camp ended in her NY hometown OA meeting.
I ended up losing 42 lbs in the 7 weeks there. Not hard to do as they fed you little and exercised you a lot.
On the last day when the parents came up to get us, they were given the choice of staying in camp for lunch or taking us out to the nearby town. My parents, never being away from me for so long, decided to take me into town and treat me. We went to an arcade and had fast food. We went to a restaurant and they let me order anything off the menu. You see where I'm going with this? they spent a couple of grand on this camp to teach me to eat properly and then turned around and basically force fed me all the wrong stuff. That was what I dealt with in the 25 years living with my parents. Yes, 25 years at home. I'll explain why at another time.
wow so nothing was learned from fat camp except you should have beat up those fat kids and you shouldn't lie to girls...i'm just saying she probably would have stayed with you and who knows maybe fighting those other kids could have got you home a lot faster. :)
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