Beaka -- I would kill to be able to run flights of stairs like that! That is really inspiring. Are you going to try it? LoL.
Chele -- You should try rinsing your sinuses with a Neti pot. It looks like a little tea pot, and you fill it with warm water and a sea salt/baking soda/eucalyptus solution (mine came with packets of it) and then pretty much pour it into one nostril and it forces all the nastiness backed up in your head out the other nostril. It's gross, but it works wonders. I get sinus infections all the time too, but ever since my holistic adviser (my maman) told me to get one and do it weekly I haven't had a sinus infection, or even an allergy attack since.
Future -- Welcome!!!! You'll fall in love with the women here, everyone is so great.
HWGA -- Hihi!
Oh hunny, I am so sorry they did that to you. wtf ever happened to following the example of Jesus in daily life? I would be finding a new church. I'm glad you found someone, and he'd better treat you like a queen or i'm coming to Cali to bust up his kneecaps Tanya Harding style.
Aneleh -- Measurements are the best way to keep track of your body while actively losing, I think. The scale is the best thing for keeping track when you're in maintenance though.
Ghost -- HAPPY GRADUATION!!!!!!!!
KEmery -- Post that recipe for fruit pizza! That sounds really good.
Star -- Glad the job is going so well! I got invited back for final interviews to be a communications officer (911 dispatch officer) in Prince George so hopefully we'll both be permanently and gainfully employed soon. Then we can make Ashlan come out here and go shopping at Stoney Point.
Now for shenanigans: Get a stiff drink for this one, or line up some peen afterwards. You will need it.
Okay, I know this is the only place where I can rant and be catty about this and nobody is going to give me the side-eye about it. My "friends" (I use the term loosely) have all had children within the last two years except, oh, three.
The problem with this is that out of the friends/acquaintances who have had kids, only 3 of them didn't pull that eat-whatever-I-want card and gain absurd amounts of weight. Those 3 are also the only ones who have actively worked on losing the weight. The rest are still quite fat and completely out of shape (which confuses me because I have babysat most of these kids, most of which can crawl and walk, and I am running after them every second they aren't asleep) at least two have actually GAINED weight since having their children because they didn't change their diets and for some idiotic reason thought that breast feeding was going to make them lose the 80+ pounds they put on. These women are also the ones that think their husbands should be 'more accepting' of their weight gain. Mmmkay, my only problem with that is this: Men are attracted visually. Their love for you is not based on how you look at that point, but his libido most certainly still is. I might get flamed for this, but honestly, as much as women alter and press for change in the *behavior* of their men, it is ONLY right and fair that you should keep yourself attractive. At least in the same condition you were when you guys dated. He'll be more likely to keep himself up as well so you'll both be happy. Huzzah -- back to the point.
*In Ben Stein voice* Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight . So...
What makes me even more mad is when the attempting to be fit and fit friends and I are making workout dates (or plans to go whitewater kayaking, as it were) and they make absurd comments. I normally would let this crap slide, but I don't appreciate people brushing my weight loss efforts off with 'anorexic' jokes, comments about trying to 'get my husband back', 'get a new man', etc.
First off, I worked and am still working bloody effing hard to get my body back to where i'm comfortable in my own skin. I have what my Maman calls 'skinny bones' which aptly means that though tall, I don't have a bigger frame. Most women my height could hold 160lbs and look slender. I can't. You can tell that i'm way overweight for my body when I start edging up over 140. I can be 112lbs and look very slender, but not gaunt by any means. No protruding hip bones, no suckface, no rib cage visible from the back, no knobby knees. Just normal looking athletic thin, and comfortably wearing a size 4. My mom, grandma, all my aunts -- the same thing.
What makes me even more mad is when the people making those jokes insist that they wear a size 9 in jeans as they stuff a entire forkful of fettuccine alfredo into their mouth, knowing FULL WELL that their CANKLE couldn't squeeze into the *thigh* of a pair of size 9 jeans. *I* wear a 7/9 in juniors, and my hips have not had something the size of a cantaloupe bust through them, I don't eat giant plates of cheese pasta twice a day, and my only strenuous exercise isn't the effort it takes to haul myself out of the front seat of a car. THEN they had the nerve to get mad at me for giving them the 'b*tch, puh-leeeeeeeeeeeeeeze!' look while they discussed it. I also made sure to mention I didn't think that was accurate as I was a only a size smaller, and those jeans are cut very straight through the hips and waist to fit a teenage body, not a woman's.
Then the rest of the fat ones start chiming in about how that can't be right because they also wear various juniors sizes and then got to complaining about how their husbands want them to be "super skinny" after having kids, and how your body changes. ...W...T...F. Back to what you were before you had kids is not super skinny for a single one of them. Most were already slightly overweight. I guess I just don't understand how people can become *so* overweight and not intervene when they know they're gaining it. I would rather throw myself off of a bridge than buy the next bigger size, let alone 5 or 6 sizes up. And if I had to I certainly wouldn't be blaming it on the fact that 'the clothes run small'. I had already put on lots of muscle when I shattered my leg and had surgery. I was in a plaster cast or in surgery for a year. I got pumped full of prednisone, medrol and methadones every day so I couldn't do anything but watch in horror as I put on pounds, and trust me, I felt every single one. It was painful to watch myself turn into someone I didn't recognize anymore, and to feel like I was in a different body. I certainly would notice if my pants started to get tight, if I started to look bloated. I always have. How do you just up and ignore something like that? How do you not address it before it becomes a problem, and then when it does, how do you deny it? How do you get mad at OTHER people (ie: husband, boyfriend) for mentioning it when you seem blissfully unaware of that fact, or worse, keep putting on more weight when you have the means and ability to DO something about it!?
Holy crap, give him an effing break. Love may be unconditional, but sexual arousal and attraction most definitely are not. There is nothing 'shallow' or unreasonable about that fact.
And of course, they got all in an uproar about me mentioning that as well. Like he's expecting something wholly unreasonable to want you to at least make an effort. Again, b*tch PUHLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZE! Maybe when you get your butt on a stationary bike, and stop eating entire boxes of 500 calorie Little Debby cakes as 'snacks' four times a day then he'll quit paying $4.99 every quarter-hour to watch some foreign girl get naked on webcam, mmkay?
That is all.