Fat white jewish woman

That’s how a man described me to me. I’m not sure that he intended to be offensive, he might have thought he was simply being descriptive.

However, I am still fat, but, excuse me, close on three stone lighter than this time last year. I am just a point away from being merely overweight according to the nhs bmi calculator. Although I’m as much Scandinavian as African, and mostly I’m from the West Country, I’m not entirely white. As far as I know I’m not one bit Jewish.

Due to the inaccuracy of the ‘fat white Jewish’ description, I won’t be using it as an online profile any time soon.

As for the middle aged, physically wrecked, mixed race, Camden Town street rapper who coined the phrase, I would recommend that he join me on my current quest.

The quest to find the nicer parts of myself, the parts that haven’t yet been fully Camdenised, the parts that can resist the urge to tell every knob and wanker I meet exactly what I think of them as I think it.

I began my quest earlier this week after I told a bus driver that he was a knob and should to do his job better. The fact that he was a knob who should do his job better, including stopping at bus stops, really doesn’t fully excuse me telling him this. Who knows what sort of day he’d been having. On the other hand, he should get a grip and not take his frustrations out on his passengers.

Long term I’m thinking of the breath I might save, after all there is probably nothing I can say to improve the attitude or abilities of strangers.

This quest for a change in my behaviour also applies to my dealings with the vile, old, racist woman who I have avoided for years but have recently taken to telling to fuck off. This I realise isn’t actually going to make her go away or shut up or be less racist. So I’m going to stop.

Finally I have a diet tip;

Sweet chilli dipping sauce can transform any dull low calorie meal or snack instantly into a flavoursome high calorie nibble.

You’re welcome.