I feel like for a majority of your life you were the fat, funny girl. I’ve been the fat funny girl for most of my life too. I use my words and sense of humor as a shield to protect myself from the assholes in this world. Most fat people do; I learned this from my Dad who was overweight his entire life and held the quickest wit I’ve ever seen.

It’s been awhile since you’ve been large. You lost half yourself and I think while you were running off over 170 lbs you learned that you don’t always have to crack jokes. I’m not saying that you lost your sense of humor because I’m still laughing just as hard as your recent posts as I was at the posts you wrote way back when. I’m saying that you’re learning more about yourself as a skinnier person. It’s been a long journey and while you were reinventing yourself on the outside you didn’t realize that you had reinvented the inside. I don’t really think that you know who you are. I don’t think a lot of us know exactly who we are.

Would 372 lb Jennette ever think that she’d have people rallying around her and agreeing with her? Would she do half the things that you do now? With the latter I’m not referring to skiing or running I’m talking about the way you treat people both IRL and on the internet.

Your weight loss brought out a more outgoing person. A person that doesn’t have a problem speaking her mind and putting her readers in their place. I think with your weight loss you became more cocky. Not all the changes were great. When you make these posts you piss people off. Instead of inspiring a “lively discussion” people attack; isn’t that what you were trying to avoid in the first place? It’s kind of a catch-22. Either way the people that comment are kinda screwed. This post in particular has made people leave, why I’m not sure. Perhaps this is the post that broke the camels back.

Just because you own the domain name doesn’t mean that you always get to win here. Deleting someone’s comment because you don’t agree doesn’t mean that you win, it just means your ignoring it. That isn’t how the world works. At some point you’ll have to get used to the fact that there is always going to be someone that doesn’t like what you have to say.

Take some time to reflect about what the old you would do in this situation. Maybe it’s time to get back what you lost. The things that made people flock to this blog in the first place. People originally came here because they could relate to your struggle and they still can because you’re still struggling. You’re just making it harder because it seems like you might be walling yourself off while still trying to blog about your life.

I don’t plan on leaving and it’s not often that I comment but I felt like this one warranted it.

The “yes-men” you mentioned annoy me too, PQ. I know they are trying to be supportive of you and that they, like me have begun to feel that they know you in some way because you’ve put yourself out there so much on this blog. Then again, there are the positive and supportive comments that are in no way “yes-men” type comments. Just ones that say hey I’ve been there and you’re not alone. Hang on, it’ll be okay again someday. I find those inspiring, and have even been so inspired by comments like those as to post about them on my own blog, especially when they tell you about some personal experience that makes them so relate to you.

But the negatives? No wonder you don’t return comments here as often as you seemed to in the beginning of this blog. People blog to lift a weight from their shoulders, to clear their minds, and to generally find a way to know themselves better. It’s uplifting to know yourself and be able to look back knowing that you are someone you can be proud of, and writing out your thoughts like this is a great way to get there. But comments? While I don’t think you should disable them (as some readers do find them useful), I don’t blame you at all if you don’t read them sometimes. Who wants to post about some big issue that’s been troubling them and then read comments that pretty much say, well you’re a big egotistical loser and I’m never reading this blog again? It seems you aren’t the only one around here with an iron fist, and I wouldn’t want to read that either all the time. I would think that the “I’m outta here” people would just quietly stop reading as I have on many other blogs instead of feeling the need to get in that one last jab. And for all the people who criticized you for deleting negative and hurtful comments? They need to remember that you still had to receive and read those comments in order to determine that they should be deleted. That means they hurt even if we don’t get to see them.

Now getting to the big cat debate. I was somewhat in favor of you giving Krupke to your mother in favor of the kitten whose personality better matches your own. And I don’t like the idea of people saying that that has any comparison with getting rid of the grouchy older child in favor of the cute cuddly baby. I’m a pregnant parent, and while my daughter is somewhat grouchy and I’m sure my new baby will be cute and cuddly when it comes, it would be idiotic for me to give up my daughter and all her good qualities in favor of the baby. Any parent knows that the baby will eventually grow up into a somewhat grouchy child at least for a little while, and if they didn’t know that after the first child, birth control should have been more prominent, LOL.

But seriously, there’s no comparison between cats and human children, sorry but there isn’t. I can relate to the comflict you had with trying to decide what to do with Krupke, and I wouldn’t have liked the idea of sending him to a shelter either. But I also don’t like the idea of letting it go until you come home from work one day to find a clear winner and a dead loser in the cat battle. And if it means getting rid of someone, why get rid of the kitten who is cute and cuddly and affectionate as you want him to be in favor of a cat that is old and grumbly? For all we readers know, Krupke might be happier with your mother than the kitten would be since obviously she is somewhat older as well and might not get along as well with a playful kitten as she would with a soft cat who’s content to eat and sleep and sun himself. At least you love him enough to find him a home and not just throw him out because he can’t be nice to the new guy. But pets have personalities too, and sometimes a person and a particular animal are simply not compatible, especially if the person has recently become more active and “playful” themselves, while the animal most likely has not.

I’ve read through some of the comments you’ve gotten here, and I guess I didn’t get as worked up as some of these people did. I like you. You think like me. And you talk like me, which means you probably offend people from time to time without even trying. Such is life.

Blog on, my friend.

I view her note about a fascist regime to be satirical (as are many of her posts and why we read her).

It is my understanding that she wields her power when people are being ugly or troll-like or flaming – not for simple disagreement.

Geez louise – can we give the girl a break.

A headache for months? Really? I’m cranky just thinking about it.

So let us now consider your average commenters. Most of them have accomplised very little in their lives. They are the sideline, the mob mentality, the ones who throw garbage and/or praise upon the “doers” of this world without rhyme or reason. Praise one day, damnation the next, dependent upon their hormonal balances or the stressors of the day. Most of them love to snip anonymously from their misery, craving a little bit of the spotlight, throwing their little “hissy-fit” posts out to see if they get any attention.

The rest of us just read on and consider the source. Your Blog is an entertaining and amusing glimpse of another’s growth and evolution. Don’t let the crap thrown by the less self-aware slow you down.

Oh yeah, “bless their hearts”.

PS… I am really not a PQ follower who would agree with her just for the sake of agreeing, just someone who has had a headache since July 4th and gets a little bitchy sometimes too.