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Saturday, July 3, 2010
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Definitions
fat
-adjective
1. having too much flabby tissue; corpulent; obese: a fat person.
2. plump; well-fed: a good, fat chicken.
The dreaded f-word. Most of us go out of our way to not use it; we say voluptuous, curvy, curvaceous, well-built, plus-size, shapely, fluffy, big boned, overweight, more to love, extra padding, the list goes on and on. Well I’m reclaiming fat; if Eve Ensler can reclaim cunt then I can reclaim fat. So here we go; FAT: fabulous, attractive, and tough. So we should revel in our fatness, I am fabulous as I am, and tough as hell with many attractive qualities.
On the diet front, I’ve been working out almost every day and staying within my daily allotment of calories. The scale keeps moving in the right direction, which has me happy. Just got to keep on plugging away at it.
-adjective
1. having too much flabby tissue; corpulent; obese: a fat person.
2. plump; well-fed: a good, fat chicken.
The dreaded f-word. Most of us go out of our way to not use it; we say voluptuous, curvy, curvaceous, well-built, plus-size, shapely, fluffy, big boned, overweight, more to love, extra padding, the list goes on and on. Well I’m reclaiming fat; if Eve Ensler can reclaim cunt then I can reclaim fat. So here we go; FAT: fabulous, attractive, and tough. So we should revel in our fatness, I am fabulous as I am, and tough as hell with many attractive qualities.
On the diet front, I’ve been working out almost every day and staying within my daily allotment of calories. The scale keeps moving in the right direction, which has me happy. Just got to keep on plugging away at it.
Thursday, June 17, 2010
The Road to Bombshell
Well I am back on track and back on the blog. And by on track I mean I got food poisoning and lost 5 ½ pounds and now that the scale is moving in the right direction I want to keep it going that way. I think saying I’ve been off track is an understatement, To be more accurate, I’m 10 pounds heavier than I was when we started biggest loser round one. I don’t like it, and I find it insanely frustrating. I think that number has been the biggest hurdle for me, the fact that it exists has just shut down all of my motivation, I’ve been in the mindset of if you lose 10 pounds then you still only be at what had been your all time heaviest. It’s a very demoralizing view point that I just need to break though.
So why the change in attitude now? Who knows. I have a couple of new motivators; a friend of mine is getting married and doing the “bridal diet”, so I said I would do the “not my wedding diet” with her, but my bigger motivator is a bit crazy. Last Saturday I went to a Pink Prom and while the pictures should be enough for me to want to lose the weight the real reason lies in my silent auction winnings. The event was a fundraiser for two girls who are doing the Avon Breast Cancer Walk and if I ever do the 3-day again I am throwing one of these, because it’s genius. The Prom was held in Santa Cruz so it drew a diverse and eclectic crowd; the items up for silent auction also reflected this location. Mixed in with the usual Trader Joe’s gift bags and Vision Center Exams were yoga classes and surfing lessons and a one hour photo session with a Pin-Up Photographer. In a moment of pure brilliance or insanity, it remains to be determined which, I bid on it, figuring a) it will be motivation b) it’s for a good cause and c) my boobs will only look this good for so long and wouldn’t it be nice to have photographic evidence when I am hooking my bra into my belt. I left the prom with photo certificate and surfing lessons in hand thinking what the hell have I gotten myself into. So come October I will have to look great for a Wedding and this photo shoot, and while I may be scared out of my mind, I’m sure it will be fun and a boost to ye olde self esteem, but for now it’s time to bunker down and work hard on the road to channeling my inner bombshell, which is more about attitude than about a number on a scale. A true bombshell is just as much attitude as she is about looks, and while I may have strayed from the path for a bit, I am making my way back. Life is more fun when you feel confident and sexy in your own skin and I miss being in that place. So here is today’s challenge, to you, what characteristics make up a bombshell? Leave your answers in the comments
So why the change in attitude now? Who knows. I have a couple of new motivators; a friend of mine is getting married and doing the “bridal diet”, so I said I would do the “not my wedding diet” with her, but my bigger motivator is a bit crazy. Last Saturday I went to a Pink Prom and while the pictures should be enough for me to want to lose the weight the real reason lies in my silent auction winnings. The event was a fundraiser for two girls who are doing the Avon Breast Cancer Walk and if I ever do the 3-day again I am throwing one of these, because it’s genius. The Prom was held in Santa Cruz so it drew a diverse and eclectic crowd; the items up for silent auction also reflected this location. Mixed in with the usual Trader Joe’s gift bags and Vision Center Exams were yoga classes and surfing lessons and a one hour photo session with a Pin-Up Photographer. In a moment of pure brilliance or insanity, it remains to be determined which, I bid on it, figuring a) it will be motivation b) it’s for a good cause and c) my boobs will only look this good for so long and wouldn’t it be nice to have photographic evidence when I am hooking my bra into my belt. I left the prom with photo certificate and surfing lessons in hand thinking what the hell have I gotten myself into. So come October I will have to look great for a Wedding and this photo shoot, and while I may be scared out of my mind, I’m sure it will be fun and a boost to ye olde self esteem, but for now it’s time to bunker down and work hard on the road to channeling my inner bombshell, which is more about attitude than about a number on a scale. A true bombshell is just as much attitude as she is about looks, and while I may have strayed from the path for a bit, I am making my way back. Life is more fun when you feel confident and sexy in your own skin and I miss being in that place. So here is today’s challenge, to you, what characteristics make up a bombshell? Leave your answers in the comments
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
Stuck and Stars
It’s been a while since I wrote anything here. I haven’t exactly felt like sharing, I still don’t, but I figure it’s high time to get some of the thoughts out of my head, if for no reason other than to make room for new ones.
This time last year I was 2 weeks in to round one and feeling great, I was losing weight, I was working out everyday, I was eating fairly well, this year I’m stuck. I feel like a shalump, I have no motivation to get up and do anything, I have reasons that should be motivating me, and yet I continue to sit on the couch with my bag of insert junk food here. I need to come up with a plan for a thinner decade and stick to it, I’m just not sure how, what really had me so motivated last year and so sedentary this year. Was it just the competition? Was my will power so much greater then? Or was I just happier? Maybe it’s a combination of all of it. So what is my plan of attack? Not a clue. I need to get back into a rhythm, purge ALL of the junk food from my house and get my butt moving. Is it silly to bring back the old star chart? List all my weekly/daily goals and every time I do it give myself a star? Does 20 stars = a pedicure? 40? It’s an idea ….
This time last year I was 2 weeks in to round one and feeling great, I was losing weight, I was working out everyday, I was eating fairly well, this year I’m stuck. I feel like a shalump, I have no motivation to get up and do anything, I have reasons that should be motivating me, and yet I continue to sit on the couch with my bag of insert junk food here. I need to come up with a plan for a thinner decade and stick to it, I’m just not sure how, what really had me so motivated last year and so sedentary this year. Was it just the competition? Was my will power so much greater then? Or was I just happier? Maybe it’s a combination of all of it. So what is my plan of attack? Not a clue. I need to get back into a rhythm, purge ALL of the junk food from my house and get my butt moving. Is it silly to bring back the old star chart? List all my weekly/daily goals and every time I do it give myself a star? Does 20 stars = a pedicure? 40? It’s an idea ….
Thursday, September 10, 2009
And so begins Phase III.
Phase 2 was kind of a bust for me. Rather than lose weight I gained some of it back, some but not all, that’s what I keep reminding myself. So I am recommitting, now is the time, bla bla bla.In the mean time, my jaw is currently mucho screwed up, which means most days all I can really eat is yogurt and soup, maybe this will turn out to be a great diet and then I’ll win, that would be awesome, or at least lemonade out of the lemon that is currently my jaw.
So bring it on, let’s be thin by new years!
So bring it on, let’s be thin by new years!
Friday, July 24, 2009
The good kind of pain?
I am sore like woah, it's a good thing I work upstairs and am up and down them all day, wait, I reversed that.
On Wednesday I went to http://thedaileymethod.com/. They just opened a new location 3 blocks from my house and I figured if there was a worthwhile class walking distance from my house then there was no excuse. And I've only heard good things about it; people say you can really see the difference. I can see why, if it really is going to tone all the muscles I am newly aware of thanks to the pain, then I should be rip, roaring hott in no time. The class was hard and really pushed my muscles hard, but I think I will still need to supplement with cardio on my own (and stop eating ice cream). I'm putting two days between class one and class two so hopefully I don't die, I hope to do it more frequently than that. It's really what I've been looking for in terms of something that will strengthen and increase flexability like yoga will without out all the meditating.
Here's to kicking it up a notch.
On Wednesday I went to http://thedaileymethod.com/. They just opened a new location 3 blocks from my house and I figured if there was a worthwhile class walking distance from my house then there was no excuse. And I've only heard good things about it; people say you can really see the difference. I can see why, if it really is going to tone all the muscles I am newly aware of thanks to the pain, then I should be rip, roaring hott in no time. The class was hard and really pushed my muscles hard, but I think I will still need to supplement with cardio on my own (and stop eating ice cream). I'm putting two days between class one and class two so hopefully I don't die, I hope to do it more frequently than that. It's really what I've been looking for in terms of something that will strengthen and increase flexability like yoga will without out all the meditating.
Here's to kicking it up a notch.
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
What defines a transformation?
I started thinking about this because one of my favorite websites (modcloth.com) is running a contest about blogging about transformation, which I am already kind of doing (http://blog.modcloth.com/2009-07-09-announcing-the-terrific-transformations-contest?=6_9_transformations), and as much as I would love to win the cashola, I thought it would make a good blog entry anyways.
So what is my greatest transformation.
Dictionary.com has the following definition:
1. the act or process of transforming.
2. the state of being transformed
3. change in form, appearance, nature, or character.
As the first two are kind of self-defining, let’s go with number three. Looking at just change in form and appearance, than maybe this contest is my biggest transformation. Not only does my body look different but it has forced me to dress differently as well. I like to think it’s because I’m trying to be more girly but the truth lies somewhere between that intent and the fact that none of my pants fit. As the weight came off I began to be a bit more daring with my fashion choices, things that make you stand out rather than blend in; my green polk-a-dot dress decidedly does not blend in, neither do the feathers. It feels kind of superficial to define my greatest transformation as I lost a lot of weight though. Moving on, or maybe moving in, does my greatest transformation then become the lessons I learned from dating an asshole in college, or from spending time in Croatia? I feel like I’m still in the middle of my greatest transformation. I’m still learning far too much about myself, what I want to do and who I want to be; the person I am today is still evolving into the person I’m going to be tomorrow, next year, at twenty-ten (shudder), anything is possible.
So what is my greatest transformation.
Dictionary.com has the following definition:
1. the act or process of transforming.
2. the state of being transformed
3. change in form, appearance, nature, or character.
As the first two are kind of self-defining, let’s go with number three. Looking at just change in form and appearance, than maybe this contest is my biggest transformation. Not only does my body look different but it has forced me to dress differently as well. I like to think it’s because I’m trying to be more girly but the truth lies somewhere between that intent and the fact that none of my pants fit. As the weight came off I began to be a bit more daring with my fashion choices, things that make you stand out rather than blend in; my green polk-a-dot dress decidedly does not blend in, neither do the feathers. It feels kind of superficial to define my greatest transformation as I lost a lot of weight though. Moving on, or maybe moving in, does my greatest transformation then become the lessons I learned from dating an asshole in college, or from spending time in Croatia? I feel like I’m still in the middle of my greatest transformation. I’m still learning far too much about myself, what I want to do and who I want to be; the person I am today is still evolving into the person I’m going to be tomorrow, next year, at twenty-ten (shudder), anything is possible.
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