From Fat to Skinny
November 12, Wednesday
Flag football. I hate flag football. Like, bring back volleyball even, because I will take volleyball over flag football oh my god. At least that takes less movement.
It’s not a real contact sport, but it takes a lot of running, a lot more than Frisbee, and Ricci is slower than he was before, he’s slowing down, running out of energy sooner, and twice Ms. Severance asked him if he was all right. He looks so thin, so weak.
I tried talking to him about it but it didn’t go well.
Me: “Uh, so you’ve lost weight.”
Him: “Just a little.”
Me: “Yeah, understatements aren’t funny, Ricci. You don’t look healthy.”
Him: “Fuck off, Midler.”
And then he switched teams so I couldn’t continue the conversation.
It’s not a real contact sport, but it takes a lot of running, a lot more than Frisbee, and Ricci is slower than he was before, he’s slowing down, running out of energy sooner, and twice Ms. Severance asked him if he was all right. He looks so thin, so weak.
I tried talking to him about it but it didn’t go well.
Me: “Uh, so you’ve lost weight.”
Him: “Just a little.”
Me: “Yeah, understatements aren’t funny, Ricci. You don’t look healthy.”
Him: “Fuck off, Midler.”
And then he switched teams so I couldn’t continue the conversation.