Dairy Queen

Today I showed Brooke a picture of me and some other girls from my freshman homecoming. She had no idea which one was me. This is ironic since I have looked the exact same since I was 1 1/2 years old. Actually, I am not sure if that is ironic, I am not an english major, but whatever. At that homecoming the dress I was wearing was a size 1... yes folks, 6 years ago I wore a size 1. It was probably a splendid period of my life. As my high school years passed I started gaining weight, just the normal weight of growing. Suddenly it was my junior year and I needed to get a job. I applied to both Dairy Queen and Play it Again Sports. I was called first into Dairy Queen for my interview. This interview entailed receiving a hat and shirt and being shown around the back. No questions, no we'll call you back, automatic hiring. Later I was called into the Play it Again Sports for a similar process; they wanted to hire me as well! Wow was I desirable or what? I told them I had already received a job but thank you so much. Where did I actually want to work? Truthfully probably Play it Again because the pay was better, but I felt bad so I ended up working at the local DQ. My dad told me I shouldn't work at Dairy Queen; "You know how much you like ice cream Katie, this is a bad idea." Psh... I can control myself dad; do you really think that low of me? I am a liar. I could in no way control myself. Seriously, I became the biggest fatty mc fat fat to walk on this Earth upon my employment at the DQ. Lack of self control is a serious understatement. And that is the story of how I got way fat my junior and senior years of high school.

And thanks to my freshman year of college and every night being brownie night I added on another pants size to that. You rock brownies!