CONFESSIONS OF A FAT GIRL

Questions...

1. Is it possible to sweat when it is too COLD? Seriously, sick of sweating out a pool when I'm asleep, I've been sleeping in my bed with the A/C at 60 degrees. I'm not even kidding. And yet, sometimes, I still wake up sweaty and gross. I am the annoyed.

2. What if I only ate when I was truly hungry? Think about it - how often does one eat because they have to, or are supposed to, or think they NEED to... What if I only ate when I truly FELT hungry....?

3. On occasion, I've been known to skip breakfast. My mom always says "that's not good for you." This isn't really a question as much as I just wanted to point out that it annoys me when she says that. How is it NOT good to NOT eat when I am NOT hungry? (See #2)

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.

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.

Can Emotion Burn Calories?

I'm up so late tonight because I can't sleep. I am going to a concert tomorrow night that I have been waiting all my life to see. I'm not the ginormous music lover I used to be but this music takes me back over 14 years when I discovered it and I cannot wait. So I am positively energized with excitement right now. So much so I am petrified something horrendous will happen that will keep me from going.

Hey-- no one ever said I was an optimist. So sue me.

This reminds me of Harry in When Harry Met Sally when he admits he reads the end of the book first in case he dies before he finishes. Well, I'm not THAT insane but same concept. You know what I mean.

I washed an aboslute shitload of dishes tonight and I am considering it exercise. Any activity after which your body hurts from repetitive motion should count as exercise. In which case, I should be having sex two or three times a day... I'm just sayin...

(Right about now, half of you are feeling sorry for me that I think of sex as just a repetitive motion and the other half of you are feeling my pain.)

So anyway, I'm mostly writing this because I don't have anything else to do. I worked a ten hour day with no break and should be exhausted but I'm just not. All I can do is think and smile, think and smile.

I was thinking earlier today, actually, that one of the good things about being broke might turn out to be that I'll have to go without food soon if I don't start being more careful. Oh you laugh but I am only half-kidding...

I was thinking earlier today that I really did love my yoga class last Saturday night. It wasn't so much a class as it was a little sampling of a class courtesy of my neighbor (she's an instructor) but I really did love it and I want to do it again. What's stopping me? Why do I do that?

I was thinking tonight that I will not be buying the Jenny Craig Beef Strogonoff anymore. It was really gross. I tried to think of a more cerebral word than "gross" but sometimes a word like that just suits my needs. GROSS. I threw it out and had a BBQ chicken pizza. I had one last night too, by the way. It's my new fave but is sadly not filling enough. Anyway, I would recommend it regardless. But yeah, avoid the nasty beef.

"Nasty beef" sounds like some dirty slang term, by the way.

I am thinking I might be getting a little loopy and should try one more time to get some sleep before I say something truly embarassing and scare all my readers away...

Seasons Greetings

Wishing one and all a happy, healthy and safe holiday!

Checking up on myself

So I haven't blogged in a while. It's not for lack of desire, mind you; it's just that I haven't had anything particularly interesting to say.

I lost a pound at Jenny this week. It was rather unexciting, though, as it by no means made up for the massive FOUR I gained last week. But I'm still on my period (last week, PMS. This week, the mother of all periods, I swear) so I should cut myself some slack but I'm just frustrated.

Of course, the office is like foodfest 2007 this week. It's really insane. I guess when you work for a company KNOWN for selling the holiday spirit, it is to be expected. Basically, our office manager goes apeshit. Monday was "Winter Solstice Day" where we came into the big meeting room and found all white things. Coconut cake, coconut cream pie, powdered donuts, white chocolate... I'm telling you, it was disgusting (and by disgusting, I mean delicious). Tuesday was Kwanza which is really the only day I can get behind because they serve fruits and veggies. Yesterday? Christmas. And I guess it's because our office manager is Italian we get italian pastries. Today is the day we celebrate birthdays for December- cake, cake, pie and more pie. Did I mention cake? And tomorrow is Hanukkah. Potato pancakes and bagels and rugalach cookies- this is my favorite day. 

God God, it's just like the digestion olympics or something.

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Untitled Dribble

So I am in class and I have to tell you, I am thankful for these desks. In every previous class, where I've had to sit in one of these fold up n' out desk things, my ass has been too wide and I have to squeeze it in. In addition, it doesnt help how my stomach and chest stick out and so when I fold the desktop down over my lap, there is no arm room. It's been horrible and quite embarassing in some classes. But anyway, in this class, the flippy desks are roomy and I am quite comfortable. On the first day, I sat down and was HUGELY relieved.

My Halloween costume came yesterday and I tried it on last night. Horrendous. Oh, it's a cute outfit, it's a GREAT costume, but my boobs are too big for the way the dress is cut. And I don't know what to do. I'm determined to wear it, though, rest assured. I'm going to alter it or add a belt or SOMETHING to make it work. I've put too much thought into it by now. But the problem is, is that my chest takes up torso space (in fabric) and so the waist line ends up hitting me in a hideous spot, right below my breasts. So my ass looks huge (not that my ass isn't) and my tits look ugly-- look, it's just not pretty.

You know, if I lose 50 pounds before Halloween, all will be well. Let's not worry.

What? You don't think I can do it? Oh, ok...

Yeah, the diet could be going better. The only reason I am sad I cancelled Jenny Craig last week is because it means, in my mind, I can't cancel this week.

Ladies and gentlemen, I need more options. Bring it.

182 people visited this site today. That's insane. Over 14,500 hits to date. Also insane.

Suddenly, I'm 12 again

It's sort of funny to me.

I had dinner with my parents and my Aunt, who's visiting from San Diego, and a friend was at a bar next door with friends. And there I was, when she came over to our table to say hi, asking, "Gee, mom n' dad! Is it okay for me to go off with my friends? I promise not to be home too late!"

And there I was with friends I've known since I was 12 and being dropped off afterwards at my parents house. And sitting in the den, with my laptop, while my parents and Aunt have gone to bed...

My mom was so funny, asking me if I needed anything, and insisting on making my bed for me...

It just ocurred to me that this blog has nothing to do with my weightloss projects and might have been better suited for my MySpace blog, but I suppose I was thinking about how supportive my parents are and how excited my friends have been for me and just started typing. Hope no one minds!

Tomorrow, gonna get some exercise in, read some Harry Potter, and enjoy the sweet A/C at my mom and dad's.