So, I got a call from a friend inviting me to a barbecue/birthday party this weekend. And I really see now, how my weight affects everything I do. It affects my social life in the sense that I don't have one. I will go and visit a friend or family member but I detest gatherings. It wasn't always like that, I wasn't always like that.
I just hate being the big girl at the party, you know? I always feel uncomfortable, like every one is staring at me. Should I eat before hand, should I stick to water, how early can I leave without looking bad? All questions I ponder every friggin' time I go somewhere.
'Cuz, seriously, who can have a good time when they don't feel as if they fit it? Not me, that's for sure. And it doesn't help that I recently developed a few rolls of film I found around my house and saw myself about 65 lbs lighter. I look so pretty, not to toot my own horn or anything (TOOT - TOOT!!!!).
Not only was I thinner, I was happy, my skin was radiant, my outfit fabulous, of course! You see, it's a whole package with me apparently, black or white, no "in between".
Okay, so I'm fat, why can't I find the elusive "it" and still take care of myself? Why do I live in stretch pants, sweats and hoodies when I'm not at work (and sometimes even when I am)?
I don't know, but I will be doing a lot of soul searching this weekend, because I'm tired of thinking that only thin women can be pretty or have fun or be desired. I mean logically, I know this, but emotionally I have to catch up.
As for the party, am I going? Yes, I am, but I don't wanna. And that's the truth :(
In case I don't get to log on again, have a great weekend!
Laterz!
Thursday, August 30, 2007
Monday, August 27, 2007
I missed you all and guess I've been missed as well :)
Hey there everyone,
That "flu" I told you guys about wasn't a flu at all. I have been sick for what feels like ever. I was down and out for the count with a terrible Staph Infection. At least that's what my doctor said, but when I researched it it seems to be a skin condition, so who knows. But, thank God, I do feel better, though I am still on antibiotics for the next couple of days.
I wanted to share with everyone, that when I was at the doctor's office, he weighed me and I GAINED, what the F%*&! I was so sick, but no matter, after I was weighed that was most prominent on my mind and it that made me so sad. I was happy to finally get some medication that would help me, but all I was thinking about as I was glued to my couch, coughing, sneezing, dripping from my nose and drooling like a teen-aged boy looking at a Playboy, was that I was miserable. How is it even friggin' possible to gain when you are sick and barely eating for days?
For starters I drink water, a friggin' whole lot o'water at that! Isn't that a fat cleanser? Well, isn't it?! and I walk all the time too. So okay, I'm not doing an hour of cardio a day, but aren't small changes supposed to have SOME effect? And even if they didn't, how is it fair to gain. I was flabbergasted.
Oh, did you want to know how much I gained? A pound, yep I was 206lbs as of last Monday :(
Damn that doctors scale! ('Cause, of course, that's the problem, not me and my habits-lol)
Anyway while I do feel better, I am still not 100% and I think I wanna lay my head down a la kindergarten class.
Laterz!
That "flu" I told you guys about wasn't a flu at all. I have been sick for what feels like ever. I was down and out for the count with a terrible Staph Infection. At least that's what my doctor said, but when I researched it it seems to be a skin condition, so who knows. But, thank God, I do feel better, though I am still on antibiotics for the next couple of days.
I wanted to share with everyone, that when I was at the doctor's office, he weighed me and I GAINED, what the F%*&! I was so sick, but no matter, after I was weighed that was most prominent on my mind and it that made me so sad. I was happy to finally get some medication that would help me, but all I was thinking about as I was glued to my couch, coughing, sneezing, dripping from my nose and drooling like a teen-aged boy looking at a Playboy, was that I was miserable. How is it even friggin' possible to gain when you are sick and barely eating for days?
For starters I drink water, a friggin' whole lot o'water at that! Isn't that a fat cleanser? Well, isn't it?! and I walk all the time too. So okay, I'm not doing an hour of cardio a day, but aren't small changes supposed to have SOME effect? And even if they didn't, how is it fair to gain. I was flabbergasted.
Oh, did you want to know how much I gained? A pound, yep I was 206lbs as of last Monday :(
Damn that doctors scale! ('Cause, of course, that's the problem, not me and my habits-lol)
Anyway while I do feel better, I am still not 100% and I think I wanna lay my head down a la kindergarten class.
Laterz!
Friday, August 17, 2007
Pill Popper-Tee hee
Hola my Peeps
I have been out of it the past couple of days. Good news though, I did get that part and my car is now back on the road :) Man for being a city girl without a license up until 3 years ago, I now feel trapped without a car. Laundry was put on hold, grocery shopping and going to the movies. All at a stand still because I had no car, what the f%$& is that?!
PLEASE NOTE: These things have now all been taken care of :)
But a lot of it has to do with my weight (gee, what a surprise), see I have no qualms about taking a bus, I mean I lived in New York my entire life, public transportation is nothing new, you know? But I feel vulnerable walking places or waiting for a bus. I mean, what if my ex boyfriend sees me? UGH! the horror.
You may be asking yourself if I am still hung up on him, well, the answer is, no, I'm not. However, my friends and I have this rule you see, "never let an ex see you sweat, never". Translation; If you must see your ex, you must look fabulous! And yeah, okay, we started this rule when we were a lot younger but still, it sits within and paralyzes me. I mean logically I know that it doesn't matter what I look like when I see him because there is a reason he is my ex. I didn't want him then and I surely don't now, but still, it's ingrained in me.
Now that my car is alive and well again, I suppose this is neither here nor there, until the next time that is :)
On another note, I was attacked by the flu yesterday morning and I mean full blown attack mode. In the past when I've been plagued with the influenza, it came slowly over a few days but this was like WAM! I was fine one minute and the next I was disoriented, dizzy and burning up with my throat slowly closing on me. I got some Cold and Flu meds and started popping pills like Elizabeth Taylor, word! I have to work for a living after all. I'm still feeling quite terrible, but I will pop a few more pills and take the kids to the movies (only because I already promised pre-flu outbreak), after that it's bed time for me.
Have a fab weekend
Laterz!
I have been out of it the past couple of days. Good news though, I did get that part and my car is now back on the road :) Man for being a city girl without a license up until 3 years ago, I now feel trapped without a car. Laundry was put on hold, grocery shopping and going to the movies. All at a stand still because I had no car, what the f%$& is that?!
PLEASE NOTE: These things have now all been taken care of :)
But a lot of it has to do with my weight (gee, what a surprise), see I have no qualms about taking a bus, I mean I lived in New York my entire life, public transportation is nothing new, you know? But I feel vulnerable walking places or waiting for a bus. I mean, what if my ex boyfriend sees me? UGH! the horror.
You may be asking yourself if I am still hung up on him, well, the answer is, no, I'm not. However, my friends and I have this rule you see, "never let an ex see you sweat, never". Translation; If you must see your ex, you must look fabulous! And yeah, okay, we started this rule when we were a lot younger but still, it sits within and paralyzes me. I mean logically I know that it doesn't matter what I look like when I see him because there is a reason he is my ex. I didn't want him then and I surely don't now, but still, it's ingrained in me.
Now that my car is alive and well again, I suppose this is neither here nor there, until the next time that is :)
On another note, I was attacked by the flu yesterday morning and I mean full blown attack mode. In the past when I've been plagued with the influenza, it came slowly over a few days but this was like WAM! I was fine one minute and the next I was disoriented, dizzy and burning up with my throat slowly closing on me. I got some Cold and Flu meds and started popping pills like Elizabeth Taylor, word! I have to work for a living after all. I'm still feeling quite terrible, but I will pop a few more pills and take the kids to the movies (only because I already promised pre-flu outbreak), after that it's bed time for me.
Have a fab weekend
Laterz!
Tuesday, August 14, 2007
Ugh, so not Chubby Friendly!
Hello, Hello, Hello
So I was at a junkyard yesterday, or what I lovingly refer to as an Automobile Graveyard. Have you ever been to one? This was my first time and it was, um, an experience. Though I must admit that it was laid out well, no car piling at all. Like a classy junkyard, if you will.
First off the "warning" sign simply states this:
No open toed shoes
Que, que?
Now, what did your girl have on? Well I was rockin' some capris (navy blue) a tank top (Baby Blue) layered under a brown tee and slip-on shoes. Suffice it to say that I was dressed totally wrong.
Anyway, I was searching for an alternator because, #1, I am a poor Puerto Rican and #2, I also refuse to buy a brand new anything for a car that I am almost surely selling in a couple of months.
Anywho, get this, after a million years, I found what I needed, right make, model and year. I actually found 3 of these cars, 2 had alternators and one looked almost new. I was like, score!!! However in true moi fashion I didn't have the foresight to bring any tools and the auto cemetery employees will NOT LEND TOOLS, sucios. I was so pissed at myself, hello, how smart is it not to bring tools? And so with a bowed head and empty hands, I left.
Cut to me hoping that they are still there today when I go back, armed and ready to get that damned part. And by "I", of course I mean my sisters boyfriend. lol
And in case you’re wondering, those places are so not chubby friendly, especially on a hot day. Ay nena, I was constantly taking off the slip-on’s because rocks kept slipping in. And the heat! A sistah was sweating and there is no respite for the weary. It's like being in the army and trying to get back to camp safely. The place was so big that you could loose your way with one wrong turn, I am SO taking bread crumbs today to be able to find my way back :)
And oh yeah, I am sporting my kix (not from New York? that means sneakers- Note: “kicks” also used :) I needs me some grip. Plus I may have to fight for my car part, you should see the guys that were there. This is how they make their living, they buy quality parts off of totaled luxury vehicles and then sell them online. Smart:) But I'll still throw down for mine, ya know?!
'Kay, well, wish me luck yall,
Laterz
So I was at a junkyard yesterday, or what I lovingly refer to as an Automobile Graveyard. Have you ever been to one? This was my first time and it was, um, an experience. Though I must admit that it was laid out well, no car piling at all. Like a classy junkyard, if you will.
First off the "warning" sign simply states this:
No open toed shoes
Que, que?
Now, what did your girl have on? Well I was rockin' some capris (navy blue) a tank top (Baby Blue) layered under a brown tee and slip-on shoes. Suffice it to say that I was dressed totally wrong.
Anyway, I was searching for an alternator because, #1, I am a poor Puerto Rican and #2, I also refuse to buy a brand new anything for a car that I am almost surely selling in a couple of months.
Anywho, get this, after a million years, I found what I needed, right make, model and year. I actually found 3 of these cars, 2 had alternators and one looked almost new. I was like, score!!! However in true moi fashion I didn't have the foresight to bring any tools and the auto cemetery employees will NOT LEND TOOLS, sucios. I was so pissed at myself, hello, how smart is it not to bring tools? And so with a bowed head and empty hands, I left.
Cut to me hoping that they are still there today when I go back, armed and ready to get that damned part. And by "I", of course I mean my sisters boyfriend. lol
And in case you’re wondering, those places are so not chubby friendly, especially on a hot day. Ay nena, I was constantly taking off the slip-on’s because rocks kept slipping in. And the heat! A sistah was sweating and there is no respite for the weary. It's like being in the army and trying to get back to camp safely. The place was so big that you could loose your way with one wrong turn, I am SO taking bread crumbs today to be able to find my way back :)
And oh yeah, I am sporting my kix (not from New York? that means sneakers- Note: “kicks” also used :) I needs me some grip. Plus I may have to fight for my car part, you should see the guys that were there. This is how they make their living, they buy quality parts off of totaled luxury vehicles and then sell them online. Smart:) But I'll still throw down for mine, ya know?!
'Kay, well, wish me luck yall,
Laterz
Monday, August 13, 2007
What if...
What if the celebrities we look up to, the ones our daughters emulate, were fat?
I was reading the book "Alternate Beauty" and thought, what if? In the book, the protagonist is overweight and miserable. I don’t want to give it away in case you'd like to read it, but she enters into another world in which fat is not only the epitome of beauty, but thin women are actually shunned. Hmmm. Perhaps I could get used to that world, lol.
But, no, I couldn't really. I mean I have said it before, no matter what, you must be comfortable with your body to feel free and sexy. And in our world or the Alternate Beauty world, I am so NOT comfortable. But it's nice to have the fantasty :)
But, no, I couldn't really. I mean I have said it before, no matter what, you must be comfortable with your body to feel free and sexy. And in our world or the Alternate Beauty world, I am so NOT comfortable. But it's nice to have the fantasty :)
I think my favorite of the above fabu-fatties is Elizabeth Hurley.
I wonder if men would still drool over these women if they actually were heavy? LOL
Laterz!
Thursday, August 9, 2007
A Rose by any other name....
"What’s in a name? That which we call a rose, by any other name, would smell as sweet."
If it's true (and it is) that a rose would still smell as sweet, even being called by another name, are we not the same person no matter what size the tag on our jeans say? Well, yes, we are, in theory.
See what makes me, and a lot of women (big and small) unhappy about our weight has nothing to do with our personalities, hearts or wit. I just read a comment by a reader that said she is happy with herself and that yes, she is a "big girl". Kudos, my dear. I'm a little envious actually, because I know that feeling. That feeling of "I AM", flowers smell sweeter, wine crisper, a friends laughter becomes infectious, and all because when one is happy with oneself they are able to appreciate the things and people in their lives.
Growing up in America little girls are indoctrinated into the cult of "You can never be too thin". Magazines, books, television, movies, and in some cases your own family. I, am one of those little girls. And though I fancy myself to be intelligent (no snide remarks here Jazzy-tee hee) I still feel that way. And before you think that my ideal is to look like Nicole Richie, it is not. I meant in the sense that I feel, while not ugly, unbeautiful, (is that even a word?) at my current weight.
While I applaud the Monique's of the world (you go mama) that love themselves and exude confidence no matter their size, I'm just not there. Intellectually I understand that being fat and being confident are not mutually exclusive. However, I admit, that intellect is usually not something I take into consideration when I look in the mirror.
Will I ever? Well that's a question for the ages. I just don't know. I do know that while I can always see the beauty in people of all sizes, I generally take a compliment about my looks at this size, with a grain of salt. My own personal issue people. Something I must work through.
And just to end this on a funny note, because I can:
This one guy found my blog by typing the following into a search engine: "FAT GIRLS NUDE BEACH". ewe, right?
Okay gotta get me una taza de cafe con leche cuz a sistah is nasty without it at this hour. I am SO not a morning person. Tough to tell I know :)
Laterz!
If it's true (and it is) that a rose would still smell as sweet, even being called by another name, are we not the same person no matter what size the tag on our jeans say? Well, yes, we are, in theory.
See what makes me, and a lot of women (big and small) unhappy about our weight has nothing to do with our personalities, hearts or wit. I just read a comment by a reader that said she is happy with herself and that yes, she is a "big girl". Kudos, my dear. I'm a little envious actually, because I know that feeling. That feeling of "I AM", flowers smell sweeter, wine crisper, a friends laughter becomes infectious, and all because when one is happy with oneself they are able to appreciate the things and people in their lives.
Growing up in America little girls are indoctrinated into the cult of "You can never be too thin". Magazines, books, television, movies, and in some cases your own family. I, am one of those little girls. And though I fancy myself to be intelligent (no snide remarks here Jazzy-tee hee) I still feel that way. And before you think that my ideal is to look like Nicole Richie, it is not. I meant in the sense that I feel, while not ugly, unbeautiful, (is that even a word?) at my current weight.
While I applaud the Monique's of the world (you go mama) that love themselves and exude confidence no matter their size, I'm just not there. Intellectually I understand that being fat and being confident are not mutually exclusive. However, I admit, that intellect is usually not something I take into consideration when I look in the mirror.
Will I ever? Well that's a question for the ages. I just don't know. I do know that while I can always see the beauty in people of all sizes, I generally take a compliment about my looks at this size, with a grain of salt. My own personal issue people. Something I must work through.
And just to end this on a funny note, because I can:
This one guy found my blog by typing the following into a search engine: "FAT GIRLS NUDE BEACH". ewe, right?
Okay gotta get me una taza de cafe con leche cuz a sistah is nasty without it at this hour. I am SO not a morning person. Tough to tell I know :)
Laterz!
Tuesday, August 7, 2007
El Cantante
Six Degrees of Seperation
By definition: Six degrees of separation refers to the idea that, if a person is one "step" away from each person he or she knows and two "steps" away from each person who is known by one of the people he or she knows, then everyone is no more than six "steps" away from each person on Earth.
And so it is. Where I live, I will not be able to see "El Cantante", the movie I've most been waiting for. I know what you're thinking too, "Ay bendito, la pobre". Well, thank you for your concern, I will somehow struggle and get through :). I, of course, called my Titi in New Jersey to whine about it, and we ended up getting into a discussion about the film and the actors etc.
Anywaysssss, guess what I learned? That I almost, kind of, not quite but close, more or less "know" Jennifer Lopez and Marc Anthony. Yep, 'tis true. lol
Six Degrees in practice:
1- I know my Aunt (duh)
2- She is best friends with "S"
3-"S" has a sister that is married to Yomo Toro
4-Yomo Toro was in El Cantante with Jennifer Lopez and Marc Anthony
TA DA! Aren't I impressive? I mean how many people can say that they kind of know 2 huge stars AND back it up with proof? Seriously, I mean how fab is it that..........oh wait, based on the definition I started this out with I guess EVERYONE can make that statement and back it up. Damn!!! Damn!!! Damn!!!
Back to the movie, if I get to visit my mom soon (NYC) I will get to see the Story of Mr. Lavoe in a theatre but alas, I do believe I'll be awaiting the DVD with bated breath.
Perhaps I can occupy my time with how I "know" other movie stars I like, let's see, there's Joaquin Phoenix, Bruce Willis and Debra Messing, Armand Assante and.......
Or maybe I should do some Tae Bo, hmmmm.
Laterz!
By definition: Six degrees of separation refers to the idea that, if a person is one "step" away from each person he or she knows and two "steps" away from each person who is known by one of the people he or she knows, then everyone is no more than six "steps" away from each person on Earth.
And so it is. Where I live, I will not be able to see "El Cantante", the movie I've most been waiting for. I know what you're thinking too, "Ay bendito, la pobre". Well, thank you for your concern, I will somehow struggle and get through :). I, of course, called my Titi in New Jersey to whine about it, and we ended up getting into a discussion about the film and the actors etc.
Anywaysssss, guess what I learned? That I almost, kind of, not quite but close, more or less "know" Jennifer Lopez and Marc Anthony. Yep, 'tis true. lol
Six Degrees in practice:
1- I know my Aunt (duh)
2- She is best friends with "S"
3-"S" has a sister that is married to Yomo Toro
4-Yomo Toro was in El Cantante with Jennifer Lopez and Marc Anthony
TA DA! Aren't I impressive? I mean how many people can say that they kind of know 2 huge stars AND back it up with proof? Seriously, I mean how fab is it that..........oh wait, based on the definition I started this out with I guess EVERYONE can make that statement and back it up. Damn!!! Damn!!! Damn!!!
Back to the movie, if I get to visit my mom soon (NYC) I will get to see the Story of Mr. Lavoe in a theatre but alas, I do believe I'll be awaiting the DVD with bated breath.
Perhaps I can occupy my time with how I "know" other movie stars I like, let's see, there's Joaquin Phoenix, Bruce Willis and Debra Messing, Armand Assante and.......
Or maybe I should do some Tae Bo, hmmmm.
Laterz!
Monday, August 6, 2007
Oh the Horror!
Hope you had a great weekend. I, myself, had a quiet weekend. Stayed in most of the weekend, which is just fine by me. However I did have a scare. My sister and her boyfriend were thinking of going to a local lake to have a cook out and enjoy the weather and the water. Thankfully he got a last minute invite to New York City by some of his friends and so they postponed the cook out. Phew!
Are you thinking to yourself, “This chicks got a screw loose”? Well I don’t. The reason it is so scary to me, is because I have a huge complex (no pun intended) about me in a bathing suit. (Okay, obviously not me, but you get the picture) Blah! And if you saw me in a bathing suit you would say the same thing.
Do I have any pictures? Hell NO! lol
I went on vacation last year with some friends and our kids, I was comfortable because I was among friends and I hit the pool a couple of nights in my new suit and just enjoyed myself. And then all of that fell apart when the pics were developed.
OH MY GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Terrible, I looked like a friggin' beached whale. I was horrified. I also threatened their very lives if they showed anyone. I trashed my copies immediately.
Now, why didn’t I keep them, post them on the fridge and turn a negative into a positive? Well according to my old therapist it’s because my fat is my weapon of choice against the possibility of having my heart broken again. No joke, this is what she said.
I was asking why she thinks that it has been so difficult for me since I moved up here to shed the pounds, to stop smoking (I had stopped for 9 years) to get healthy. Her answer shocked me, I hate being fat, why would I force myself to stay this way? Because my last relationship so shattered me mentally and emotionally, I packed on the pounds as a shield against another relationship. Do I believe her? Yeah, sometimes, but I still have to take responsibility and change my life.
In my minds eye, even though I know it ISN’T true (my mom is full figured and has a boyfriend, a younger one at that – Go mommy!) I feel that being fat keeps men away. No Attraction, no men, no dates, no emotion, no heart break. I’m Safe.
However, I still think that I should be able to dedicate myself completely to getting healthy and stick to it. Am I better than before? Yes, I am actually, I do walk a lot more, and I drink at least 1/2 gallon of water daily. But I can be doing so much more. I start a program and I am all gung ho about it for a week or a month and then I slack off.
People’s advice? Start slow, you didn’t gain the weight over night, you aren’t going to lose it overnight. Don’t ya just hate common sense? lol
And this is why I was relieved when he went to NYC and my sister postponed. Will I be Halle Berry by next weekend? Nah, but it still felt like a reprieve.
And I have to get another counselor, my old one may have told me WHAT my problem is, now I need some help learning how to go about fixing it so I can stop sabotaging myself.
'Cuz you know what? I absolutely adore the water, the pool, the lake, the ocean, love it all. And I haven't let myself truly enjoy any of it in 4 years. Four years is a long time, and enough is enough you know?
Laterz!
Friday, August 3, 2007
Thin-Spiration!
Happy Friday!
I Realized this morning that I hadn't mentioned my unmentionables and decided that this is just unacceptable :) So anyway, most women have a thin-spiration outfit, a dress, a sexy cat suit, a pair of "skinny" jeans that they hang up on the closet door for inspiration. I suppose I have some of those as well. Like I mentioned once before, I have a closet full of clothes that I used to wear, would actually love to wear again, you know?
I may not have an entire outfit to thin-spire me but what I do have is this purty pair of panties :) Aren't they just too cute!!
Back story on why this is what I purchased as my thin-spiration:
Once upon a time there was a sassy boriqua from the Bronx that was not at all happy with her weight, and no, she was not obese, merely a little overweight. So she makes a decision to get fit one day while shopping with her tiny waisted friend. She then embarked on a healthy eating strategy of her own design and joined a gym. Cut to about 7 weeks later and Ms. Sassy entering Victoria’s Secret for the very first time. She leaves with a to-die-for bra and panty set all pink and lacy for only $90. So it s not La Perla, so what, for a single mom, that is a lot of money. But it was worth it when she stepped out of the shower the next morning and slipped them on. They fit like a glove and she felt like the models in the V.S. catalog, about 8 inches shorter, but still. Shopping for exquisite under things became an obsession, a happy sexy obsession.
I know you must be asking yourself, what does the sassy boriqua wear under her jeans now? Well, I wear one of my many "grandma" panties. They were buy one pack get one free from Wal-mart and they came 6 to a pack. They are cotton, they are huge, they are freakishly similar to maternity panties, AND NO I'M NOT PREGNANT. Whaaaaa!!!!!!!!!!
So sexy? Not so much.
As I reminisced about my fabulous unmentionables of yester year I knew that making these cutie pattutie panties my very own thin-spiration, was what was in order.
Note: The one I bought is actually a vibrant aqua blue with hot pink trimming. But they are the same style, hipsters.
Can't ya just picture them?
So if you want to lose weight and have a thin-spiration outfit you'd like to share, feel free to do so in the comment area.
That would be the word "comments" right beneath each post, the area where no one ever leaves a message on. I feel really lonely out here in Blogger world. No one stops in to say hi. LOL
Well, even if you don’t…
Have a great weekend,
Laterz
I Realized this morning that I hadn't mentioned my unmentionables and decided that this is just unacceptable :) So anyway, most women have a thin-spiration outfit, a dress, a sexy cat suit, a pair of "skinny" jeans that they hang up on the closet door for inspiration. I suppose I have some of those as well. Like I mentioned once before, I have a closet full of clothes that I used to wear, would actually love to wear again, you know?
I may not have an entire outfit to thin-spire me but what I do have is this purty pair of panties :) Aren't they just too cute!!
Back story on why this is what I purchased as my thin-spiration:
Once upon a time there was a sassy boriqua from the Bronx that was not at all happy with her weight, and no, she was not obese, merely a little overweight. So she makes a decision to get fit one day while shopping with her tiny waisted friend. She then embarked on a healthy eating strategy of her own design and joined a gym. Cut to about 7 weeks later and Ms. Sassy entering Victoria’s Secret for the very first time. She leaves with a to-die-for bra and panty set all pink and lacy for only $90. So it s not La Perla, so what, for a single mom, that is a lot of money. But it was worth it when she stepped out of the shower the next morning and slipped them on. They fit like a glove and she felt like the models in the V.S. catalog, about 8 inches shorter, but still. Shopping for exquisite under things became an obsession, a happy sexy obsession.
I know you must be asking yourself, what does the sassy boriqua wear under her jeans now? Well, I wear one of my many "grandma" panties. They were buy one pack get one free from Wal-mart and they came 6 to a pack. They are cotton, they are huge, they are freakishly similar to maternity panties, AND NO I'M NOT PREGNANT. Whaaaaa!!!!!!!!!!
So sexy? Not so much.
As I reminisced about my fabulous unmentionables of yester year I knew that making these cutie pattutie panties my very own thin-spiration, was what was in order.
Note: The one I bought is actually a vibrant aqua blue with hot pink trimming. But they are the same style, hipsters.
Can't ya just picture them?
So if you want to lose weight and have a thin-spiration outfit you'd like to share, feel free to do so in the comment area.
That would be the word "comments" right beneath each post, the area where no one ever leaves a message on. I feel really lonely out here in Blogger world. No one stops in to say hi. LOL
Well, even if you don’t…
Have a great weekend,
Laterz
Thursday, August 2, 2007
To help or not to help, that is the question.
Why do men run across a parking lot to hold the door open for a slim and trim muchacha, yet hold that same door open only long enough to get through themselves when there is a "unattractive" (beauty is in the eyes of the beholder ladies) or fat woman right behind them?
Okay now, I am obviously not saying ALL men, but a lot, enough for me to write about it.
One of the things that irked my last Puerto Rican nerve was the difference between my last two moves. For the first move in this comparison I was thin and (gasp!, surprise of surprises) had more help than I actually needed for the amount of things that I was taking with me. I actually couldn't believe how many people volunteered since my mom kept saying that you have to ask people in advance to lock down just one or two. And when I got to my new place my new neighbor and his friends were practically tripping over themselves to help.
Cut to my last move a few months ago where I am looking like the Puerto Rican, Pre-Bob Greene, Oprah, and no one offered to help. There were quite a few male neighbors out and not a one offered, not even when my very pregnant sister was maneuvering her way inside with box after box.
I think that common courtesy and chivalry are now being exercised on a case-by-case basis ladies, so beware. And oh yeah, in my case, I gets NO HELP! LOL
But on a happier note, my darlin' friend from Texas, informed me this morning that her size 16's are loose on her, and though she steadfastly refuses to stalk a certain, very delicious Mr. McConaughey on my behalf (You just wait until you want me to stalk someone for you, so NOT gonna happen), I am still excited for her! You go mama :)
And yeah, there are obviously more important things happening in our world, however this is something that bothers me, so I decided to share.
Laterz!
Okay now, I am obviously not saying ALL men, but a lot, enough for me to write about it.
One of the things that irked my last Puerto Rican nerve was the difference between my last two moves. For the first move in this comparison I was thin and (gasp!, surprise of surprises) had more help than I actually needed for the amount of things that I was taking with me. I actually couldn't believe how many people volunteered since my mom kept saying that you have to ask people in advance to lock down just one or two. And when I got to my new place my new neighbor and his friends were practically tripping over themselves to help.
Cut to my last move a few months ago where I am looking like the Puerto Rican, Pre-Bob Greene, Oprah, and no one offered to help. There were quite a few male neighbors out and not a one offered, not even when my very pregnant sister was maneuvering her way inside with box after box.
I think that common courtesy and chivalry are now being exercised on a case-by-case basis ladies, so beware. And oh yeah, in my case, I gets NO HELP! LOL
But on a happier note, my darlin' friend from Texas, informed me this morning that her size 16's are loose on her, and though she steadfastly refuses to stalk a certain, very delicious Mr. McConaughey on my behalf (You just wait until you want me to stalk someone for you, so NOT gonna happen), I am still excited for her! You go mama :)
And yeah, there are obviously more important things happening in our world, however this is something that bothers me, so I decided to share.
Laterz!
Wednesday, August 1, 2007
Star Jones had Surgery? You Don't Say!
So I read yesterday that, OMG! what a friggin surprise, Star Jones admits to having had gastric bypass surgery!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Raise your hand if you didn't already know this? Exactly!
Now listen, I am not one to knock down anyone for having the surgery. My best friends' brother had the surgery and looks Fab! You GO boy, Mucho sexy!
But here's my thing, and even Ms. Jones agrees (seriously, I read it in her interview), why lie about it when you were so open, honest and loud about everything else? I mean the fact that she hid it for so long is just a tad bit loco if you ask me.
And hmmmm, not that I'm a publicist or anything, but how ironic that after years of deny, deny, deny, she finally comes clean when her name and her pic are becoming a hazy and distant memory. You have to admit, she has been put on the back burner of La La Land and the fantabulously annoying paparazzi since right after she left "The View".
And then, BAM! She decides to tell all and she is back in the limelight. Very smart mademoiselle or monsieur Publicist, very smart indeed. Gotta have respect for anyone that can get a "star's" name mentioned when they aren't working on anything of note or attached to anything. Bravo, my dear, Bravo!
Seriously, if I had any need for a publicist and, you know, the ability to actually pay one, I would call that cat up with the quickness.
But I digress; I was bothered simply because as a celebrity, her vehement denial could have, and probably did, affect others. Others that have done the surgery as well as the ones that are looking to the surgery as a chance to get healthy again. She made it seem dirty, wrong, something to be hidden. Kinda like my parents did with sex when we were growing up. lol
Do I like Star Jones? Why, yes, I do. I think that she is educated, funny and a fashionista. What's not to like?!
However, since I have been heard to ask myself aloud recently, why I am not as good a person as I want to be (don't ask), I will say, "Better late than never Star, so thanks. I'm sure you will help many with your story".
Does she give a crap about my opinion? I would have to say, that no, she doesn't, but I am still entitled to one :)
Laterz!
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