Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Update on the "not so diet" diet...
Yeah, so, things haven't exactly gone as planned in the diet department. I'm shocked! (As if) But it hasn't been all my fault. I've had a few set backs. Some unexpected stress in my life, that has caused the act of dieting to take a back seat. A death in the family, getting fired from my job, an argument that lead to the undoing of a life-long friendship, all of these things have taken a toll on my mental health. So, since I've become a mental case, the whole losing weight thing has kinda been put on hold. And today, in particular, I'm sick with a cold and couch, and the feeling of hot food down my throat is the only thing that's making me feel better. Down the hatch!! Maybe once I'm better, and have a job, then I can get back to dieting. Or just find a new excuse not to.
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
hungry, Hungry, HUNGRY
Like everyone else on planet fat, I have resolved that this is the year I will finally lose the weight. Why will this be the year? Why, when every other attempt has failed, will this finally work? What motivation do I have that I didn't have before? BACK FAT. Yes, the last 20 lbs or so, that I've steadily put on over the past couple of years, has begun to emerge as fat rolls on my back. I had been pretty lucky up to this point, at least in this category. I've always gained my weight in my boobs, ass, and gut (which is the worst place, I know). But I guess those areas have finally reached maximum capacity, and now it's time to move to the back.
I say I've been lucky, because my sister, who has been a little on the chunky side most of her life as well, has almost always had back fat. I envied her for having a "flat" pot belly. Meaning that even though she gained weight in the middle, it was still kinda flat, like the plus sized underwear models. But I've always had the two belly system. The smaller on bottom, and the top one growing more and more massive as the years have passed, until it has finally come to rest over the waistband of my pants.
Since I have started to develop these love handle type of protrusions from my backside, they've become increasingly uncomfortable. When I am standing up straight (something I seldom do, but have been trying to do more), or sitting down, they fold over to the point that I can feel the skin touching itself. It's freakin me out a little. And what's worse, when I get hot, they sweat! Eeewww! I hate to sweat, and I already hate that I do so under my arms and boobs, but now I have another "pit" in which sweat can build up and get that gross, slimy feeling!
So, that's the extra motivation that I needed. The swift kick in the pants. The reality check. Screw that I'm already medically obese, at risk for a whole host of medical problems. Or that I've been sluggish and lazy for years because of the weight. Who cares that I haven't liked what I look like naked since, well, ever? Doesn't matter that I can't get to our seats at the football stadium without almost having a heart attack. The thing that I needed to finally get my ass on a real diet and exercise regimen was as simple as the placement of fat in one specific location. But I digress.
Whatever the reason, it's time. I will be *gasp* and *gulp* 30 this year (29 again, actually). And I've been trying to get pregnant for over a year (which I've been told may be easier done if I lost a few), and I'm just sick of being a fatty. I know it won't be easy. I'll have to muster will power from the depths of my soul (it's gonna take a lot for me to "just say no" to the FREE food that is brought into my office on almost a daily basis), and it's gonna take energy that I haven't had since I was 5. But I'm determined, this has got to work!
Check back in a week or so, and see if I'm still going, or if the pressure was just too much. I may decided that it would be easier to design a back fat "bra" instead. (ooh, that could work!)
I say I've been lucky, because my sister, who has been a little on the chunky side most of her life as well, has almost always had back fat. I envied her for having a "flat" pot belly. Meaning that even though she gained weight in the middle, it was still kinda flat, like the plus sized underwear models. But I've always had the two belly system. The smaller on bottom, and the top one growing more and more massive as the years have passed, until it has finally come to rest over the waistband of my pants.
Since I have started to develop these love handle type of protrusions from my backside, they've become increasingly uncomfortable. When I am standing up straight (something I seldom do, but have been trying to do more), or sitting down, they fold over to the point that I can feel the skin touching itself. It's freakin me out a little. And what's worse, when I get hot, they sweat! Eeewww! I hate to sweat, and I already hate that I do so under my arms and boobs, but now I have another "pit" in which sweat can build up and get that gross, slimy feeling!
So, that's the extra motivation that I needed. The swift kick in the pants. The reality check. Screw that I'm already medically obese, at risk for a whole host of medical problems. Or that I've been sluggish and lazy for years because of the weight. Who cares that I haven't liked what I look like naked since, well, ever? Doesn't matter that I can't get to our seats at the football stadium without almost having a heart attack. The thing that I needed to finally get my ass on a real diet and exercise regimen was as simple as the placement of fat in one specific location. But I digress.
Whatever the reason, it's time. I will be *gasp* and *gulp* 30 this year (29 again, actually). And I've been trying to get pregnant for over a year (which I've been told may be easier done if I lost a few), and I'm just sick of being a fatty. I know it won't be easy. I'll have to muster will power from the depths of my soul (it's gonna take a lot for me to "just say no" to the FREE food that is brought into my office on almost a daily basis), and it's gonna take energy that I haven't had since I was 5. But I'm determined, this has got to work!
Check back in a week or so, and see if I'm still going, or if the pressure was just too much. I may decided that it would be easier to design a back fat "bra" instead. (ooh, that could work!)
Never travel with "friends"
As part of the vacuum selling gig, everyone that I show one to gets a certificate for a free 2-night hotel stay at any number of destinations. Well, I brilliantly decided that once I showed all my friends, we would all use the certificate to go somewhere together. Bad, bad me.
We haven't even made it through the planning stages yet, and already there's a mutiny afoot. My idea was to drive to a beach (the closest being about 10-12 hrs from here) and then spend 2 days just lounging and tanning by the ocean. That would make for the cheapest trip overall, because we wouldn't have to shop, or pay for activities (things that certain other destinations pretty much guarantee, since that's all there is to do).
The first decision made was that the children would be left at home for this weekend getaway. Which was a relief for my hubby and I to hear since we don't have kids, and generally don't like them much. Problem with this decision was that because of it, one couple doesn't want to go anywhere that's farther than 5 hrs from home. Can I ask why? I mean, really. If something were to happen, does it really make that big of a difference if your 5 or 8 or 12 hrs away? I mean, if it were me, and something bad happened, I would fly home anyway. So the distance, (we're talking about being in the same time zone here) really shouldn't matter that much.
So now we are left with very few options of places to go. The places within 5 hrs of home, and on the list of ones we can use the certificate for, is very limited. We all liked the idea of St. Louis, but then realized, it's not on the list. So then someone says we should just forget the certificates, and go to St. Louis anyway! Great! Um, except for the fact that doing this would totally negate the entire point of the trip, which was to go somewhere on the cheap! Ugh.
All that's really left is Nashville or Gatlinburg. Both of which will require more money spent in order to do anything outside of the hotel. The only thing to do in either place, really, is shop. And I personally don't find the shopping in either place to be to my taste. Though I live in the country, I am not a country person. The decor in my home is modern, sleek, simple. No apples, or chickens (OK, there's roosters in the kitchen, but only because I haven't gotten around to covering them yet), or strands of hay or gingham to be found. So, you can understand why these places don't appeal to me. I've been to both, and wouldn't choose either as a place to vacation. I know tons of other people love these places (my friends are apparently in that group), but they're just not our scene.
After leaving our friends that evening, my hubby and I came to the conclusion that we are snobs. I've always known that he was one, but I hadn't yet come to the realization that he had rubbed off on me. Why couldn't we simply go along with the group's decision? Why did we have to have it our way? Why did no other idea sound as appealing to us as our own? Because we're snobs, plain and simple. So we then decided to simply not bring up the subject again, in the hopes that it will die quietly, and he and I will use our certificate to go to the beach.
Hey, I admitted to being a snob, but didn't say anything about wanting to change that about myself. Don't hate.
We haven't even made it through the planning stages yet, and already there's a mutiny afoot. My idea was to drive to a beach (the closest being about 10-12 hrs from here) and then spend 2 days just lounging and tanning by the ocean. That would make for the cheapest trip overall, because we wouldn't have to shop, or pay for activities (things that certain other destinations pretty much guarantee, since that's all there is to do).
The first decision made was that the children would be left at home for this weekend getaway. Which was a relief for my hubby and I to hear since we don't have kids, and generally don't like them much. Problem with this decision was that because of it, one couple doesn't want to go anywhere that's farther than 5 hrs from home. Can I ask why? I mean, really. If something were to happen, does it really make that big of a difference if your 5 or 8 or 12 hrs away? I mean, if it were me, and something bad happened, I would fly home anyway. So the distance, (we're talking about being in the same time zone here) really shouldn't matter that much.
So now we are left with very few options of places to go. The places within 5 hrs of home, and on the list of ones we can use the certificate for, is very limited. We all liked the idea of St. Louis, but then realized, it's not on the list. So then someone says we should just forget the certificates, and go to St. Louis anyway! Great! Um, except for the fact that doing this would totally negate the entire point of the trip, which was to go somewhere on the cheap! Ugh.
All that's really left is Nashville or Gatlinburg. Both of which will require more money spent in order to do anything outside of the hotel. The only thing to do in either place, really, is shop. And I personally don't find the shopping in either place to be to my taste. Though I live in the country, I am not a country person. The decor in my home is modern, sleek, simple. No apples, or chickens (OK, there's roosters in the kitchen, but only because I haven't gotten around to covering them yet), or strands of hay or gingham to be found. So, you can understand why these places don't appeal to me. I've been to both, and wouldn't choose either as a place to vacation. I know tons of other people love these places (my friends are apparently in that group), but they're just not our scene.
After leaving our friends that evening, my hubby and I came to the conclusion that we are snobs. I've always known that he was one, but I hadn't yet come to the realization that he had rubbed off on me. Why couldn't we simply go along with the group's decision? Why did we have to have it our way? Why did no other idea sound as appealing to us as our own? Because we're snobs, plain and simple. So we then decided to simply not bring up the subject again, in the hopes that it will die quietly, and he and I will use our certificate to go to the beach.
Hey, I admitted to being a snob, but didn't say anything about wanting to change that about myself. Don't hate.
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
Twenty Ten, or Two Thousand Ten?
It's finally here!! 2009 is over, and I'm so ready to start a new and fabulous year! This is gonna be the one! The one in which I will:
Well, I do still have that undiagnosed sleep disorder. The one that makes me fall asleep behind the wheel, like every other day. But I had a sleep study over the break, so once I get the results of that, I'll be able to fix what's wrong, and then I'll feel energized, alive, and full of zeal!
Yup, can't wait for my life to start. Just as soon as I get over the cold, and fix the sleep problem, oh, and find a new job. Yeah, I'm gonna get that full time job this year! Then we can stop worrying about money all the time, and I can finally breath. Then I will feel energized, alive, full of zeal, and ready to take on the world!
So, mark my words, this year is gonna be great! Just as soon as I can fix what was wrong with my life that is left over from last year. Ugh, never mind.
- finally lose the weight (seriously!)
- finally get pregnant (if at all possible)
- finally start saving some money (if I can manage to make some)
- generally have a better outlook on life.
Well, I do still have that undiagnosed sleep disorder. The one that makes me fall asleep behind the wheel, like every other day. But I had a sleep study over the break, so once I get the results of that, I'll be able to fix what's wrong, and then I'll feel energized, alive, and full of zeal!
Yup, can't wait for my life to start. Just as soon as I get over the cold, and fix the sleep problem, oh, and find a new job. Yeah, I'm gonna get that full time job this year! Then we can stop worrying about money all the time, and I can finally breath. Then I will feel energized, alive, full of zeal, and ready to take on the world!
So, mark my words, this year is gonna be great! Just as soon as I can fix what was wrong with my life that is left over from last year. Ugh, never mind.
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