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    May 2008

    May 28, 2008

    Time for a trip!

    WOO HOO!

    I am taking off tomorrow morning for New York! Hooray! HOME! Oh sure, I know I was born and raised here in LA but I still feel like New York is more of a home to me and any trip back there fills me with such joy and such wonderful anticipation...

    She's gonna think I'm being too sentimental, perhaps, but no one has a best friend like mine and more than anything, more than going to New York and all that, I am so looking forward to seeing HER.

    I know this has nothing to do with the food and the diet and that good stuff, but that's all I can think about tonight while I pack- though I do hate packing. OH how I hate packing! But I had a totally sensible dinner while I did it (and by sensible, I mean an organic 3-cheese pizza from Trader Joe's and a Diet Pepsi) and watched all 6 episodes of Desperate Housewives while I did it, so at least I was productive...

    I promise pictures and a full report when I get back in a week.

    May 25, 2008

    Fat School

    I'd be curious to know what you all think about this. My friend sent me this link and I read it with a mix of emotions. For someone like me, who tends to lack discipline, something like this, though costly, would be useful. The problem for me here is the follow-up. If the student is treated, then they also need to consider what will happen when the student has left the facility. This has often been the problem for me. A program works while I am in the program, but when the program ends, I always go right back to old habits...

    'Fat School'

    In the Hills of North Carolina, a Controversial Experiment in Weight Loss

    School of Last Resort

    By Sandra G. Boodman

    Washington Post Staff Writer

    Tuesday, May 20, 2008; Page HE01

    For many teenagers at Wellspring Academy of the Carolinas, located at the end of a serpentine dirt road, the remote mountain outpost students call "fat school" is a last-ditch stop in a losing battle that has consumed their lives.

    The tiny school, which opened last year in a refurbished summer camp in Brevard, N.C., 400 miles southwest of Washington, is designed to test one of the most radical, controversial and expensive ideas about how best to treat pediatric obesity. At issue is whether plucking youths as young as 11 who are at least 30 pounds overweight out of "obesogenic" environments and sending them to a highly structured therapeutic boarding school for rapid weight loss and intensive behavior therapy actually works.

    A month's stay at the school, which has a maximum enrollment of 50, costs $6,250, making a year at Wellspring more expensive than a year at Harvard. "We know that moderation has not been successful for these kids," said Wellspring president Ryan Craig, a graduate of Yale and its law school, who characterizes measures like improving school lunches as too little, too late.

    A former investment banker who persuaded Aspen Education, a for-profit behavioral health company, to spend $6.5 million to test the approach, Craig opened the first academy in 2004 in a shuttered mental hospital outside Fresno, Calif. Until March the schools, the first of their kind, were called Academy of the Sierras. Two more campuses are scheduled to open, one near Boston and the other near Austin, and a growing number of state child welfare agencies have expressed interest in placing obese children at Wellspring.

    "Overall, our success rate is excellent," Craig said. The average weight loss for students who stay eight months (twice the required minimum) is 81 pounds, he said, and the first class of 15 students on average maintained their weight loss 10 months after leaving -- the only results Wellspring has published. Among them is Terry Henry of Exeter, N.H., who enrolled in September 2004 at 15 weighing 558 pounds. He left 15 months later weighing 253 pounds and today weighs about 278 pounds, school officials say.

    Henry's success contrasts with the experience of Jahcobie Cosom, 18, of Dorchester, Mass. Cosom, who lost 167 pounds at the school and 30 during his first month home, gained 260 pounds in less than a year, his weight rocketing to 562. He is scheduled to undergo gastric bypass surgery this summer.

    "If their families don't change, [students] are going to be back to their old ways of doing things" when they get home, said Anjali Jain, a pediatrician at Children's National Medical Center who specializes in treating obesity.

    Jain and other experts question the expense and necessity of boarding school. They say that there have been no published studies of Wellspring that meet the gold standard for scientific research and that an adequate assessment requires a follow-up far longer than 10 months. Regaining weight less than two years after losing it is common, Jain said. "We see that kind of weight cycling in adults all the time," she noted.

    But to desperate parents who typically find Wellspring online, packing a child whom classmates have nicknamed "Miss Piggy" off to a therapeutic boarding school seems worth it, despite incurring substantial credit card debt, draining a college fund or taking out a second mortgage. Many have already exhausted less drastic options: camps, personal trainers, gym memberships, therapists and nutritionists, not to mention threats and bribes.

    "It will bankrupt us to do this," said Barbara Luciani of Mount Airy, whose 17-year-old son, Nick, enrolled in January weighing 300 pounds and suffering from high blood pressure. "But we were looking at that -- or his life."

    source: http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2008/05/16/AR2008051603547.html?nav=rss_health

    May 23, 2008

    Just a Quick Note

    Yesterday, I decided all the problems of the world-- or at least MY world-- would come to an end if I just cut my hair.

    So I did! It was looong, people. To the base of my spine. And now? To the base of my shoulders.

    It's so SHORT?

    Do I like it? Yes. I'm not nuts for it but it made me feel pretty FABULOUS doing it, donating it, and I like running my fingers through it and mussing it.

    That is all.

    May 22, 2008

    No, really.

    And now, a confession.

    I sweat. No, seriously -- when I sleep, I sweat horribly. I don't know what's going on but I just gross myself out lately. I wake up in literal POOLS of sweat. The best solution I've come up with so far is sleeping with my A/C on, keeping my room at 60 degrees. Doesn't matter if it's hot or cold outside - I still sweat.

    My doctor has suggested I might have Hyperhidrosis but there is no cure for this so what does it matter? And there is no way to tell if I actually have some sweating disease or if I am just fat and sweating as a result. I mean, let's face it - I get warm easier. That just comes with the package.

    This is all sort of an embarassing admittance but I'm not sleeping with any of you (not yet, anyway- wink, wink) and what the hell - I've managed not to hold back too much up til now.

    Only time will tell on this. And God help me, my sleeping habits and my electric bill til then.

    May 21, 2008

    All Woman

    First of all, I do apologize for my absence. I would love to tell you some insanely gripping story about why I couldn't blog but it really all boils down to my being lazy, unmotivated and unoriginal.

    Front Last night, I was trying on a bridesmaids dress I am set to wear in June and I have to tell you, I felt ridiculous. I wear dresses about as often as it snows in Los Angeles and there I was, in something satin and shiny, cleavage showing, arms exposed... My goodness, you could see LEG. Part of me wanted to laugh, part of me wanted to cry and part of me wanted to put on the nearest pair of jeans in the worst way.

    I find that one of the things I struggle with most at this weight and size is my feminimity. I've always leaned a little more toward tomboy than girly-girl but all the same, I am still a woman, first and foremost. I still have my needs and wants, my curves, an unreasonable obsession with shoes and accessories... I do wear makeup...  But my size, I feel, makes me so unfeminine. So much so that I wonder if my constant loneliness is more about that than about an actual desire to be with someone. maybe I just want to be with someone to prove I am fully woman.

    I am not graceful. In high heels, I am heavy-footed and awkward. In a dress, I am lumpy and frumpy. At night, I am sweating in my sleep and waking up hungry from the workout. I would rather watch a baseball game than Gossip Girl and I would rather grab a burger and fries than drink wine and sample cheeses (which is not to say I have not ocassionally enjoyed the latter)... These are things about me that I take pride in sometimes but sometimes, loathe.

    I wonder why I couldn't have been born one of those wonderfully, genetically skinny people? Why couldn't I LOVE to exercise and cook my own healthy meals? Why aren't I one of those people with great health and good fortune and shiny hair?

    But anyway, to quote someone or another that was probably famous: "All I can do is the best I can." So I console myself with the belief that I am doing the best I can, the best I know how for right now. Which I guess isn't so bad but also, in a way, I dare to imagine I could be doing better and am missing out on how to reach that something better...

    Eh. Now I'm just rambling.

    I'm exhausted, though. Still. I do know that much. I am really looking forward to my long weekend. A little sleeping in, a BBQ, some Law & Order reruns... Heaven, I say.

    May 14, 2008

    Boooo to the Hissss

    Who else is in SoCal? What is UP with this weather?

    Dear, sweet, GLOBAL WARMING.... Cut it out, man. Seriously.

    Wore a sweater to work today. What a bad, bad idea in the morning. Then my co-worker, who has the most curious internal-thermometer in 'er, bitched and moaned how hot she was and the air got pumped up. I am pretty sure by mid-afternoon, you could see every nipple in the office at attention.

    Oh yeah, I said it. I am a lady if nothing else. And don't you forget it.

    And anyway - moving right along - I am so behind on my blogging but work's been hell and dealing with a broken laptop keyboard takes far more patience than I have. All the same, I felt I should stop in just now, gripe for you all (you know you love it), and make a lot of promises I don't intend to keep.

    Sounds shockingly like an ex of mine, by the way.

    As I am out of underwear (didn't I say I was a lady?), I gotta go toss a load in the wash and head to karate but I do, I do, I DO promise (really!) more juicy tidbits soon.

    May 01, 2008

    Important Subject Matter

    Ladies, gentlemen and all you other crazy people, we need to take a break from this diet shit and have a serious chat about a serious subject matter:

    Bras. Under t-shirts. Old, see-through t-shirts. In the office.

    Look, kids, I take a lot of pride in my appearance. Oh sure, from time to time I've been known to sulk about in pajama pants or crappy jeans- we all have those days. But when I go to the office, I try to pick out something tasteful (mostly out of fear my boss will think I am dressed inappropriately). My underwear is certainly not visible through my pants, or when I sit down. My midriff is not a noticeable attribute at the office. Even my (let's face it) massive cleavage is contained to the best of my abilities, ok?

    76702677 So lately, where I work, there seems to be some consortium I missed out on attending because lately, all I see in the office are tits. I'm not joking. There must be some secret, spooky bra-club for these girls. You know what I am talking about. The see through t-shirt and the solid bra (see photo for subtle example).

    Crowning achievement of the trampy-trampy-bra-club? A tattered t-shirt in a pale shade of orange brought to new life by a BRIGHT blue bra underneath.

    This particular person? She makes more than I do. I just felt like that was worth pointing out.

    Hey, to be clear, I am not saying I don't flaunt the twins from time to time. Nothing of the sort. On the weekends? At night? Homegirls come out to play. Wanna wear a black bra under a wife beater? Fine by me - do it up.

    My point is just that at the office? No one needs to see what color your lingerie is. And it grosses me out. It's TRASHY. Don't you know you are dressing like TRASH in the office, ladies? Show some pride! Show some class! Acquire some taste! 

    It's an UNDERgarment, ladies. The only people I REALLY wanna see with visible undergarments while they're working? Superman. Batman. Wonder Woman. Take a lesson.

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