As I sit here at work eating my bag of mini chips ahoy that I just spend .85 on at the vending machine of death, I ponder. What does my fat mean to me? So the following list is what I have come up with so far, I'm sure I can add more if I really think about it, but i need to "get me back".
These are in no particular order:
No cute boys to kiss good night after a date :(
18 is my new and very sad size
Chest pains
Can't go up a flight of stairs or walk a full New York City block without being winded
I am depressed
I avoid doing things I like (I miss swimming the most)
I threaten my kids and friends when I find they've posted a photo of me on facebook
I've let myself go in other areas, i.e. my hair, my clothing choices
I get tired to the point of having to stop when playing with my 3 year old grand daughter
Avoid choosing places fabulous like Miami and Puerto Rico for girls weekends because that screams bathing suit
Sigh! I know you may be tired of hearing this, cuz i'm tired of saying it, but I need a change :( I need my life back, where the hell did I go?
How are you all doing?
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Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Thursday, June 10, 2010
Can we say DEEEE-pressed?!
Hey all, let me start off by saying, UGH!
I have been reading through some of the comments left on my blog (thanks for reading guys) over the past year or so and it occurred to me that I've had this blog for like, 3 years and I'M STILL FAT!
I recently changed my photo from my retro favorite go-to anonymous pic to an actual photo of me. Now I am not showing my face because ewe, I don't need people seeing the face attached to this nasty "maltrama*" (as my mom says), body of mine.
But I was in a dressing room with a super cute green shirt that was an XXL and it DID NOT fit me :(
SO that is my picture when I put my own shirt back on, and since I usually avoid mirrors, it was the first time I really saw how gross I looked in it. The arm fat, the belly roll etc.
On top of that my chest/heart has been hurting on and off. I know it's because I smoke, I'm fat and eat terrible things and I don't EVER exercise.
Planning to dust off my fit for life book. But I don't know what will happen, I mean hell, it's been three years and I'm still around the same weight as when I started this blog in 2007.
Good luck all...
*Maltrama is a word used to describe the body of an overweight person who is all jiggly wiggly and has flaps and folds of fat hanging over and around any piece of clothing they find to fit their rotund frames. That's me.
I have been reading through some of the comments left on my blog (thanks for reading guys) over the past year or so and it occurred to me that I've had this blog for like, 3 years and I'M STILL FAT!
I recently changed my photo from my retro favorite go-to anonymous pic to an actual photo of me. Now I am not showing my face because ewe, I don't need people seeing the face attached to this nasty "maltrama*" (as my mom says), body of mine.
But I was in a dressing room with a super cute green shirt that was an XXL and it DID NOT fit me :(
SO that is my picture when I put my own shirt back on, and since I usually avoid mirrors, it was the first time I really saw how gross I looked in it. The arm fat, the belly roll etc.
On top of that my chest/heart has been hurting on and off. I know it's because I smoke, I'm fat and eat terrible things and I don't EVER exercise.
Planning to dust off my fit for life book. But I don't know what will happen, I mean hell, it's been three years and I'm still around the same weight as when I started this blog in 2007.
Good luck all...
*Maltrama is a word used to describe the body of an overweight person who is all jiggly wiggly and has flaps and folds of fat hanging over and around any piece of clothing they find to fit their rotund frames. That's me.
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