Just a funny for the morning...
I just got a word verification on "the other Amy's" blog that said staten. And at first I thought it said satan.
I was like "Oh, this can't be good".
But on second glance I noticed I had misread!
LOL
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
A Fantastic Meal and Even Better Company
So I walk in to O'Charleys and finally get to meet Mary! It was like seeing an old friend. I remember when Mary wasn't even banded yet and now she is 118 pounds down. And she is tall damn it! And even prettier in person. Sigh...and tall. And Bandita is tall...sigh...and I am a midget. And they are thin. Long SIIIIIGGGGHHHH.
But it was funny. Guess what was Mary was wearing? The same jacket as me! We made the manager take a picture.
But it was funny. Guess what was Mary was wearing? The same jacket as me! We made the manager take a picture.
This was before CIA operative Bandita arrived. Once she came we had a great time (or at least I did). I don't have any girls I hang out with, and it was a big bonus that they are bandster girls! We are going to make this a regular thing (and not just say that).
Thanks ladies for a wonderful date night!
Now I must pay full attention to biggest loser! Toodles Poodles!
Karma
I just went into my coworkers office to visit his candy dish. I popped one reese's peanut butter cup in my mouth, proceeded to do the candy dance and make happy grunting noises...and then started to choke on said peanut butter cup.
Don't worry. I survived. Despite the universes attempts to kill me.
Don't worry. I survived. Despite the universes attempts to kill me.
Cheap Dates
Tonight I get to have dinner with two bandsters that call Pensacola home...Mary and Bandita. I would promise pictures but Bandita is an undercover spy and thus we must protect her identity. Either that or she is in the witness protection program and one must respect that.
We are going to a very high end shee-shee-poo-poo restaurant, which is pretty exclusive. If probably haven't heard of it but it is called O'Charleys. LOL, okay for those of you not familiar with O'Charleys...it's really like an Applebee's or Chili's kinda place. I am looking forward to finally meeting Mary and reuniting with Bandita.
It is also colder then a well diggers ass in Alaska here in Pensacola. That is a Tracey euphemism, just in case you were wondering. I don't know if it is because he is southern or just from the family he comes from...but he sure has a lot of those! But really, it is cold. Windchill this morning was 8 degrees...and come on...it's Florida!
We are going to a very high end shee-shee-poo-poo restaurant, which is pretty exclusive. If probably haven't heard of it but it is called O'Charleys. LOL, okay for those of you not familiar with O'Charleys...it's really like an Applebee's or Chili's kinda place. I am looking forward to finally meeting Mary and reuniting with Bandita.
It is also colder then a well diggers ass in Alaska here in Pensacola. That is a Tracey euphemism, just in case you were wondering. I don't know if it is because he is southern or just from the family he comes from...but he sure has a lot of those! But really, it is cold. Windchill this morning was 8 degrees...and come on...it's Florida!
Monday, January 4, 2010
An Unfat Version of Myself
I've been having these fleeting thoughts that actually scare me a little. My heart rate increases and I quickly push the thoughts away.
I do not know who I will be if I am not fat.
There is it folks. The truth. I, a lot of you, have always been fat. Fat has made me funny. Fat has given me a soapbox. I mean, I wanted to get on Oprah so I could speak to all of those plus-sized girls out there who think that just because they are fat they have to be miserable, or lonely, or quiet, or sad.
And if some day I am "un-fat"...how will I be able to make a difference? How will I be unique or different?
I am not a person who hides behind her fat for protection or safety. But being fat has defined my life. And I wonder what that means for me.
Aw hell...I will still be funny (and humble). I will still point my toes in pictures, sing badly with Rockband, and wanna be the center of attention. I just don't know though how life will be different. I can't really imagine it.
Which brings me to another thought I have been having. When will my body be done with this weight loss. Or in other words...
How far will the band take me?
When I hit a plateau, sometimes I think that maybe this is it. Maybe I won't lose anymore weight. But at the same time, I think of all of you who got banded at, or around, my current weight. You guys have done it, so certainly there is more in store for me. And if I can't get below 200 with a damn band around my stomach...well then JEESH!
And then, someone riddle me this. I hate to put this question out there, but sometimes I feel like I don't know the answer.
How is the band different than a diet?
I mean granted, I have never lost 110 pounds on a diet. But if we can gain weight so easily with this band, how is it any different? I read a post on LBT talk today that scared me. The poster had lost 120 pounds and gained 60 of it back! Now I don't know if that is because she didn't see her doctor, or wasnt filled right, or whatever. But it is possible. So why is this different? It helps when we make the right choices...but when we make the wrong choices...Do you know what I am saying?
And finally, I wanted to thank all of you for your comments lately. Thank you for saying I look thin or fantastic! Anna asked me, as has someone else, how tall I am. I am an outstandingly tall 5'4"! I have stubby legs, toes, and fingers. I am 217 pounds, and in a size 18 (but so-close-it-makes-me-wanna-kick-someone's-ass to a 16).
Love ya guys and look forward to your thoughts and responses!
I do not know who I will be if I am not fat.
There is it folks. The truth. I, a lot of you, have always been fat. Fat has made me funny. Fat has given me a soapbox. I mean, I wanted to get on Oprah so I could speak to all of those plus-sized girls out there who think that just because they are fat they have to be miserable, or lonely, or quiet, or sad.
And if some day I am "un-fat"...how will I be able to make a difference? How will I be unique or different?
I am not a person who hides behind her fat for protection or safety. But being fat has defined my life. And I wonder what that means for me.
Aw hell...I will still be funny (and humble). I will still point my toes in pictures, sing badly with Rockband, and wanna be the center of attention. I just don't know though how life will be different. I can't really imagine it.
Which brings me to another thought I have been having. When will my body be done with this weight loss. Or in other words...
How far will the band take me?
When I hit a plateau, sometimes I think that maybe this is it. Maybe I won't lose anymore weight. But at the same time, I think of all of you who got banded at, or around, my current weight. You guys have done it, so certainly there is more in store for me. And if I can't get below 200 with a damn band around my stomach...well then JEESH!
And then, someone riddle me this. I hate to put this question out there, but sometimes I feel like I don't know the answer.
How is the band different than a diet?
I mean granted, I have never lost 110 pounds on a diet. But if we can gain weight so easily with this band, how is it any different? I read a post on LBT talk today that scared me. The poster had lost 120 pounds and gained 60 of it back! Now I don't know if that is because she didn't see her doctor, or wasnt filled right, or whatever. But it is possible. So why is this different? It helps when we make the right choices...but when we make the wrong choices...Do you know what I am saying?
And finally, I wanted to thank all of you for your comments lately. Thank you for saying I look thin or fantastic! Anna asked me, as has someone else, how tall I am. I am an outstandingly tall 5'4"! I have stubby legs, toes, and fingers. I am 217 pounds, and in a size 18 (but so-close-it-makes-me-wanna-kick-someone's-ass to a 16).
Love ya guys and look forward to your thoughts and responses!
Fatty Fatty Two by Four
The other day ShrinkingMommy was talking about having a goal of being able to sit in her daughters kindergarten chair, and I mentioned the damn desks in high school and college...you know, the ones with the table attached...
I was always so envious of the girls who could slide in and have room to breathe. There was actually air between their stomach and the desk part! And as Shrinking Mommy mentioned, some could even cross their legs!
Well she found a tshirt that sums up the conversation to a "t"....get it...."T" for t-shirt....ookay...so maybe it wasn't that funny. Anyways, check out her blog for a giggle (if you don't already follow).
3.2 Miles Can Eat My Dust
New Year's Day we woke up at the condo and I wanted to move. I convinced Tracey and my dad to walk to the Florabama with me. The Florabama is a famous little bar that straddles the Florida/Alabama line. I thought this would entice them to walk in the cold bc their was beer there. I didn't know the distance, but my mom thought it was about 1.3 miles each way.
We started off walking the beach and I was feeling good. I even jogged a few brief spells. My back didn't hurt. My shins didn't burn. I could breathe. It was awesome. I haven't walked very much since April when I did the 5k, and then October when I did the breast cancer walk. My dad had problems though and I was worried about him. His back started hurting him about half way there and I knew he was doubting himself. I knew...because I have felt and been in his shoes. Your lower back is on fire. Your legs hurt. You can't breathe. You just want to sit down and quit.
We all made it to the Florabama though and my mom came and picked him up. Tracey had his beer and we started back. We made it back to the condo and I finished by running up the 10 flights of stairs to the top floor. Tracey took the elevator :)
I never would have wanted to do any of this a year ago, preband. After we got back, my parents had tracked the miles in the car. We walked 3.4 miles! It was a good day and I can't wait to do it again! Here is a picture on the way back. And yes...I know what you are thinking...I DO wear that tshirt every weekend. It's my weekend T okay?
We started off walking the beach and I was feeling good. I even jogged a few brief spells. My back didn't hurt. My shins didn't burn. I could breathe. It was awesome. I haven't walked very much since April when I did the 5k, and then October when I did the breast cancer walk. My dad had problems though and I was worried about him. His back started hurting him about half way there and I knew he was doubting himself. I knew...because I have felt and been in his shoes. Your lower back is on fire. Your legs hurt. You can't breathe. You just want to sit down and quit.
We all made it to the Florabama though and my mom came and picked him up. Tracey had his beer and we started back. We made it back to the condo and I finished by running up the 10 flights of stairs to the top floor. Tracey took the elevator :)
I never would have wanted to do any of this a year ago, preband. After we got back, my parents had tracked the miles in the car. We walked 3.4 miles! It was a good day and I can't wait to do it again! Here is a picture on the way back. And yes...I know what you are thinking...I DO wear that tshirt every weekend. It's my weekend T okay?
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