Sunday, June 22, 2008
Here it is, another day in the life of the fat chick, and by now some of you know that I am moving. Well even though Matt works at two restaurants he still finds it hard to bring boxes home, and with (at the time) 2 weeks to pack up everything we own, I needed to get boxes. So one day after I walked home from dropping Matt off at work, I decided to walk back down the hill to a local liquor store. I decided to call first to check if they had boxes, I was told they had about ten. So I get down there and they had a ton of boxes, but unfortunately I could only carry so many at one time. I grab a bunch and start my trek back up the grusome hill. I'm not even home yet and I'm panting like a dog, and of course I could always depend on the kindness of strangers to totally ignore me and not offer to help. I get back to the house and don't even bother taking the boxes inside, I just drop them on the porch, sit down for 2 minutes to catch my breath, and take off back down to the store to get the next installment of boxes. I know they didn't multiply, but looking at how many more I had to grab it seemed like there were so many more. Once again, I grab what I can and head on home with them, and once again all I get from anyone is glares and looks of "how weird is she". I drop off the boxes again and this time I have to sit a little bit longer and take some puffs off my inhaler, damn asthma. I wish at this point I could go inside and kick my feet up, I'm exhaused...but I still have another trip for boxes to make. You would think at this point the neighbors would get why I'm walking by them for the 4th or 5th time in a row, but they aren't acting like it, they are acting like this is the most outragous thing they have ever seen. I pick up the boxes and realize, this is my last trip! WOOHOO!! I'm walking back, trying to psych myself up, pushing myself to get home, and I make it! Finally, I get all the boxes (way more than ten by the way) inside, and I kick my feet up. I wish my venture stopped there, but it never does, does it. As I'm packing, I realize that we don't even have a place to move into yet, so I have to walk back down the hill and get a newspaper so I can search the apartment listings. Finding a three bedroom with semi cheap rent is damn near impossible. But I found a few, so I called...already been rented, story of my life. We are now down to a week to move, and UREKA! we found a place! Too bad they want us to pay first month and security before we can move in, on top of turning on the utilities first...WOW that's a lot of money we don't have. What ever happened to the barter system? Do you have any idea how convient that would be. Anyways, I'm running low on boxes again (too much stuff), so it looks like I'm taking a walk back down to the liquor store, I called first again, but this time I was told they only had a few, and they didn't lie, it only took two trips this time, and again I'm huffing and puffing trying to make it up that hill. I swear that hill and I have a love/hate relationship, I love that it gives me a workout and it hates to let me breathe. I know this blog has become a weekly thing, and I know so many of you look forward to it (just kidding), but we all know how the cable company operates, so there is a good chance that I may disappear for awhile, but I will be back and with tons of fat chick stories to tell. Wish me luck and sanity, cause I am gonna need it.
Saturday, June 14, 2008
This entry will be a little different than the others, because I feel like taking a trip down memory lane. Matt and I had been married for about 4months, when the diabeties bomb was dropped on us. He was only 18 years old and wasn't expecting this at all. We knew right away that his diet had to change, and me being the loving and supportive wife I am, I changed mine as well. We checked every label and counted every carb. Only bought low carb and sugar-free things, we were doing great, and is blood sugar numbers were improving by the day. On another trip to the grocery store, we thought, "hey...let's get some sugar-free treats" so we did. While we were walking around Wegmans, we ended up in the bulk food section, and right away noticed they had a pretty big selection of sugar-free snacks, and the prices weren't bad either. We must have grabbed something out of every container in our excitement, and rushed home to try our new goodies. No holding back here, as soon as we got home we dove right in to try all the goodies, and they were surprisingly good, so why stop now, must keep eating. It didn't take long before we each had an upset stomach, but it wasn't from how much we ate, no...this was something else. Saying that we ran to the bathroom would be the understatement of the year, no...millenium! I'll leave out all the gory details and just say that between the two of us, we were in there for a good chunk of the night. What went wrong? We were eating sugar-free, so it wasn't all bad for us. Unfortunately for Matt, he ate all his gummy fish and wanted more, so the next day we take another trip out to the store, thinking that the night before was only a fluke, and it wouldn't happen again, so might as well give the treats a second chance. As he is filling the baggie up, I notice something on another bin, in tiny letters under the name..."May Cause A Laxative Effect". Oh My God! I point this out right away and down goes the baggie, and we bolt for the exit. Later that night, Matt's sister came over (uninvited as usual), and I'm not a big fan of her, so I didn't talk to her much, well we still had some left over bulk foods and without asking, she just starts eating them like it's her last meal...and finishes off all of it. She didn't really give us time to warn her about our recent discovery, and since she didn't ask first, we thought what a great way to learn a lesson. Too bad that lesson was learned in our bathroom. She left shortly there after. I hope that my trip down memory lane has served as a warning to others to always read every detail before you gorge yourself on anything. Cause you never know, it MAY CAUSE A LAXATIVE EFFECT!
Saturday, June 07, 2008
Here it is, another day in the life of the fat chick. In the past week, Matt had some free time between jobs, so I took that opportunity to take a 30minute walk around the block. It's a big block, with a couple of hills, and the funny thing is, I'm in the middle of the city, not anywhere near the country. Anyways, I'm rocking out to my walkman, yea I know I'm probably the last person alive that doesn't have an Ipod or Mp3 player, so I'm rocking out, trying to walk to the beat, and doing pretty good. Until I get to the 1st big hill, my upbeat pace starts to falter a little bit, and about half way up, I'm gasping for air and pushing myself to continue on. Only ten more feet and I'm through the hardest part, nothing can slow me down now...unless there is a freak downpour which soaks me in a matter of seconds. I have no umbrella or coat (it was too warm for a coat), so I have no shield from the rain, I see it as I have two options, I can keep walking, or stand still...either way I'm getting wet. I keep walking (something tells me you knew that already though), and YAY the rain stops, not like it matters much, I'm already soaked to the bone at this point. I'm able to catch my breath without having to stop walking, and YAY I didn't need my inhaler (mostly cause I forgot to bring it). I have about 15minutes left in my walk and I see the next hill is coming up, so I brace myself, here I go, gonna keep on moving, and then mother nature decided she wasn't done messing with me yet, and here comes the rain again. Didn't really phase me too much, what I'm gonna get wetter? I don't think it's possible...top of the hill, VICTORY! I made it. It's all downhill from here, literally...I had to walk down a hill to get home. I'm kinda glad it rained, it cleared up a pretty big myth about overweight people, just because we are slightly larger than what society would prefer, we aren't made of the sugar we've inhaled in the past, and surprise, surprise....we won't melt if we get wet.
Saturday, May 31, 2008
I've seen roller coaster with less ups and downs. I started out at 214lbs, escalated up to 219lbs, and dropped back down to 211lbs, where I am now. Which means, I only have 12lbs to go to be forever out of the 200s! With that being said here is another day in the life of the fat chick. When we received our tax refund in the mail, Matt and I decided to buy an XBOX 360 instead of renting one. So we head out to GameStop (EB Games) on one of the days we had borrowed the car from mom in law. Get it home, and it stops working, so we head back out in the car to exchange it, get it home again and it works for a lil while and breaks again. Wait a few days for the car again (this XBOX withdrawl is slowing killing Matt in the meantime) exchange AGAIN, and get it home, and as he tries to hook it up, we realize that the cord doesn't fit...sounds like another trip out to the mall. This time instead of waiting for the car from mom in law, I call a cab to take me to the mall...$8.00 later (stupid gas prices), I walk into GameStop to fix the problem. I knew I had to walk to WalMart afterwards, its only about a 15minute walk, so I had the XBOX in my backpack and I'm hiking down the road. There weren't that many onlookers this time, maybe because it was such a busy road, which didn't bother me because I really don't like to be the center of attention. So when I finally get home, YAY the XBOX works...for less than a week. We were getting the car again the next day, so we didn't waste the money for another cab, so the next day arrives and we once again exchange the XBOX. Ran a few errands, so we didn't hook up the new XBOX until we didn't have the car anymore (figures). Plug it in, hook it up and instantly...doesn't work...sounds like its time for a 4th XBOX. This time, I took a cab to WalMart (saved a whole 50cents), and walked to the mall, with the XBOX once again in my backpack, and the backpack, well...on my back, that is definately some strength training right there. This time, I had a few eyes glance my way as I was walking, but I don't think it was because of my weight, I think it was because they saw a 5'1 (had my sneakers on) female, walking with a backpack attached to her that was larger than a toddler. Actually I don't even think that's why they were looking, I think it had to do with the fact that I kept pulling up my pants as I walked. When I was pregnant with Taylin, I bought a pair of capris, kinda large so I could grow into them, well I didn't...atleast not until after I had her, for some reason I gained more weight after she was born, than while I was pregnant. Anyways, now that I'm down to a prepregnancy weight, the pants are slightly large on me, and dumbass me never remembers to wear a belt with them. I've learned that when I walk now, to wear windbreakers...they stay in place better, plus I sweat more. If you are still reading now, and XBOX stories haven't completely bored you to death, I hope that my story has amused you in some way, cause you can't make this stuff up. Moral of the story, if you wear pants that don't fit, wear a belt with them, or go with an even more stylish look and bring back suspenders. So here is to a new month and getting out of the 200s now and forever!
P.S. The XBOX is currently up and running properly now, and it is a refurbished one. Thanks for the comments.
Saturday, May 24, 2008
Cardio...a great way to slim down...walking, an even better way to get that cardio and save on gas prices (which we all know cost more than the Hope Diamond at this point). We don't have a car at the moment, but instead of calling a cab to take me to the bank, I decided to hike it there, a good hour total, there and back. As I'm walking, every single person who drove by or was stopped at a red light happened to glance my way. Well it wasn't so much a glance as it was staring. I wasn't dancing down the sidewalk, or walking in my birthday suit, I wasn't even singing along to the music that was pumping thru the headphones...so why the looks? I'm assuming it has to do with my larger than life butt and belly flab. I'm not one to wear skin tight clothes either, so it was hard to see my belly, but that didn't matter to these people. I've given up on learning the stats of the overweightedness in America, but the fact remains that there are lots of people who are obese, so why is seeing a fat chick walking such a shock? Is it because I was out and about doing something about it, or because I wasn't shoveling fast food into my pie hole. Maybe the looks would stop if I was inhaling a twinkie and driving a car like so many others. That's another time I get looks, when I borrow a car from my mother in law. I typically park pretty far away from my desitination, and the 4 of us walk (me, Matt-hubby, Campbell-son, and Taylin-daughter, well she gets carried, but you get the idea). The only time we don't is if it happens to be raining, which was the case a few days ago when we had the car. I parked kinda close to keep the kids dry and while we were walking, the judgemental looks could have filled the Grand Canyon...come on, it's not like I parked IN the store! I forgot the grocery store is an exclusive club for skinny people, or atleast that's how it seems to me. Why do fat people need to eat anyways, we have enough "reserve" stored up in our bodies to end world hunger, that is why we are so big to begin with right? Screw them all, screw the looks, screw the digs people try to make, and screw hiding in the corner and giving up on losing weight! I'm not losing weight so you won't have to divert your eyes elsewhere, I'm doing it for me, my family and my health...if you don't like it, simple solution.....DON'T LOOK!
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