tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30408470485720011482024-02-02T12:01:51.660-06:00fat chantswanted: hot mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08043607713592907565noreply@blogger.comBlogger129125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3040847048572001148.post-5226516291424500802010-05-17T15:14:00.006-05:002010-05-17T18:44:28.274-05:00TTTC: HCG Days 2-5<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuYVqQkOznrwXa79IzHrtF-1KH2TfFWUPXufXXgmhvSGVB_ZQyJPBMVio2n2oR0_-WKj73-b3b_tt8jBvBG0b6O5N0MMINBg-cDjMh4tsCHnOuiBFouXKHiMxZQt3o0UyD5Xj2nkjYFD4/s1600/crocodile.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuYVqQkOznrwXa79IzHrtF-1KH2TfFWUPXufXXgmhvSGVB_ZQyJPBMVio2n2oR0_-WKj73-b3b_tt8jBvBG0b6O5N0MMINBg-cDjMh4tsCHnOuiBFouXKHiMxZQt3o0UyD5Xj2nkjYFD4/s200/crocodile.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472338684875473522" /></a><br /><strong>Day 2:</strong> The last day of my doctor-prescribed gorge fest went deliciously well and, really, how could it not when it involved the guilt-free consumption of a “few” of my favorite things: zebra cakes (bless you, Little Debbie!!) a Chili’s triple play (chicken crispers, cheese sticks, boneless buffalo wings) and the remaining slice(s) of brownie cheesecake. Smack. Slurp. Swallow. Sigh…<br /><br />It was, save for my heinous sinus infection, a little bit of heaven.<br /><br /><em>And, then hell set in.</em><br /><br /><strong>Day 3:</strong> Saturday, my first official 500-calorie day, started with my sickness ratcheted up by about a gazillion (I thought a steroid shot, antibiotics and mucinex woulda’ killed the nasty booger after a couple of days!). I was only in the full and upright position for about 3 hours (those were not consecutive). But, this was not the only source of my fun … the snot-induced misery was matched by the sudden and unrelenting explosion of pelvic pain. <br /><br />Until Saturday, the pain-level during the three weeks prior had been tolerable. But holy Hannah … let’s just say there was tear-age … like full on crocodile tears. The progression is like it was last summer when endometriosis was suspected (and officially diagnosed via surgery in Oct), I just never expected it all to come rushing back with such force.<br /><br />Like any good, hormonally challenged chica, I abided by my new eating methods until the pain was too great and I gave into a drive-through dinner at McDonald’s. <br /><br /><strong>Day 4:</strong> Thankfully Sunday was better. I took my shot like a good little junkie, ate my 500 calories and went to sleep patting myself on the back (and sleeping on a heating pad) for a day well done.<br /><br /><strong>Day 5: </strong>So far so good. I’ve been forcing myself to drink more water (I’ve never been good at this) and as soon as all remnants of snot leakage have left, I will start the difficult process of weaning myself off the diets (diet dr. pepper, diet pepsi, diet coke … my 3 BFFs). These aren’t on the HCG plan (that just hurts my heart) and so we must break up … but slowly. I can’t go cold turkey, it’s just too cruel.<br /><br />Also waiting to hear back from the doc's office, re: surgery ... no crocodile face today, but if they can't get me in soon, they may become my permanent expression (how hot would that be!)<br /><br /><strong>weight loss to date:</strong> 4 pounds in 5 dayswanted: hot mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08043607713592907565noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3040847048572001148.post-26208502990920893632010-05-16T18:35:00.002-05:002010-05-17T18:44:11.215-05:00TTTC: Fat Stats<STRONG>A few things a friend should never (have to) say ... eek gats!</STRONG><br /><OBJECT id=BLOG_video-9b85f1a63480220b class=BLOG_video_class width=320 height=266 contentId="9b85f1a63480220b"></OBJECT>wanted: hot mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08043607713592907565noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3040847048572001148.post-81773314047872176302010-05-13T20:11:00.006-05:002010-05-13T20:28:56.669-05:00TTTC: HCG Day 1<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaNhjCrsJsvKaVlFqB_Ivun7zDzMeJn80PP-CDbBuPgvQoBiFdH2gZSdCuY9dsoPnIhqPjT5J0m7ce-0zeU6vkeNLKxjIAK9XZs0SMs1dukZmrP6m1DpupVPLJs5sT4AuQh9mNG322GAY/s1600/DSC01881.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470928970601261010" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaNhjCrsJsvKaVlFqB_Ivun7zDzMeJn80PP-CDbBuPgvQoBiFdH2gZSdCuY9dsoPnIhqPjT5J0m7ce-0zeU6vkeNLKxjIAK9XZs0SMs1dukZmrP6m1DpupVPLJs5sT4AuQh9mNG322GAY/s200/DSC01881.JPG" /></a> Chocolate chip waffle. Breakfast burrito. Hash browns. Twix. Cheese enchiladas. Three Musketeers. Ice cream. Chicken parmesan. Fettuccini alfredo. Garlic rolls. Cupcake. Cheesecake. Bleck …
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<br />On a normal day, I’d say I’d just about blown my diet with this long, fat-laden list of yumminess. But, today is no normal day. Today is day 1 of the 70-day HCG diet. It’s called Force Feed and my friends, I have forced my feed until I can barely move. And I have to wash, rinse, repeat again tomorrow.
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<br />Last Friday I found out that I’d be heading back in for yet another surgery to remove painful endometriosis (and possibly my appendix and right ovary) — just six months after the last one. I didn’t think the pelvic pain would return so fast, but here I am … heating pad in hand.
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<br />Anywhoo, my dear friend Jeri Lyn, looking a svelte 15 pounds thinner since the last time I’d seen her (she dropped the weight in two weeks!) told me that she’d just started the HCG diet (google it for details … involves 46 shots and a very low calorie diet after two insane days of gluttony) and I was immediately intrigued. Facing another procedure and knowing that the best chances for baby would be in the window right after, I realized it was time to ramp up my weight-loss efforts. In a BIG way.
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<br />So, I talked to my doc (Jeri’s amazing dad, Billy Don) and decided I wanted to give HCG a go. It sounds insane (impossible!?) that there’s a diet out there that promises (delivers!?) a 1-3 pound weight loss each day, but stranger things have happened (hello, I did willingly eat lettuce the other day!).
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<br />Can't wait to see what the next 45 days hold (umm ... drop!). Bring on the hot mama. :)
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<br /><em><strong>PRE HCG pics (total yumness, I know... the hubs must be sooo proud)</strong></em>
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<br />p.s. Will post video tomorrow of Jeri going over my fat stats ... total greatness!wanted: hot mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08043607713592907565noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3040847048572001148.post-37873217933976597662010-05-11T18:00:00.005-05:002010-05-11T18:17:35.491-05:00TTTC: oh, rejoice<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoDaeZ_B6SyJK1eij5CxzBhEbwYoh_O2ddrTEFKlGu16Y-9tosKdmztqf3gV2NQEwLAbY7bVg3OjAT_7DG0t1sRkbLS_YGns-WM03DUKFVVWIOJQEB7X2F5Tf2nHo6PfP1-yvYjoFSaP8/s1600/cheesecake.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoDaeZ_B6SyJK1eij5CxzBhEbwYoh_O2ddrTEFKlGu16Y-9tosKdmztqf3gV2NQEwLAbY7bVg3OjAT_7DG0t1sRkbLS_YGns-WM03DUKFVVWIOJQEB7X2F5Tf2nHo6PfP1-yvYjoFSaP8/s200/cheesecake.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470154269742530162" /></a><br />Do you know what today is? It's a dieter's dream day. It's the one day a year where the powers that be have come together and granted us all guilt-free permission to indulge in the deliciousness of ... whatever we want!<br /><br />Woo-hoo world, it's <strong>Eat What You Want Day</strong>!!! (no, seriously, click <a href="http://www.holidayinsights.com/moreholidays/May/eatwhatyouwantday.htm">YUMMO</a> for the full-flavored, calories-don't-count details.)<br /><br />It's Christmas, birthdays and an amazing shoe sale all rolled into one perfectly baked cheesecake type of day!<br /><br />Aww, I can smell the chicken parm now ... ok, I imagine I can smell it. A nasty cold and chest pain has me curled in the fetal position (next to my laptop) and unable to enjoy the greatness that is a junk foodie's delight, but perhaps I can get a rain check? A get one free card? A sorry-you're-sick-so-enjoy-a-week-rather-than-just-a-day pass?wanted: hot mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08043607713592907565noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3040847048572001148.post-25617277153536804622010-05-04T20:07:00.005-05:002010-05-04T20:15:27.551-05:00TTTC: Whuz dat?Picture it ... a mom and son cuddling in bed just before lights out, Wonder Pets playing softly in the background. Mom kisses son and says, "I love you." Son kisses mom, grabs her third chin and says, "Whuz dat, Mommy?"<br /><br />Precious moment busted by blubber.<br /><br />I told my inquisitive tot that it was my stuffing, to which he replied, "Oooooh, soft," and pet my third chin as if it were a baby bunny.wanted: hot mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08043607713592907565noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3040847048572001148.post-70301233647635622822010-04-28T19:06:00.003-05:002010-04-28T19:26:01.130-05:00TTTC: Lettuce Give Thanks<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCDDD-s-xXjElL-lTU0MsDsXbHy0oZLYa6vro0ppM-MBu00yJF4XyqosX4Lt7B-9M_Q95BhYUXJrfzl7_pnxXdn9SEiCgMxqzEOXMkEhmutfp_aT1OU8S2VhDigtuTQJlHe558EdsXGWk/s1600/lettuce.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCDDD-s-xXjElL-lTU0MsDsXbHy0oZLYa6vro0ppM-MBu00yJF4XyqosX4Lt7B-9M_Q95BhYUXJrfzl7_pnxXdn9SEiCgMxqzEOXMkEhmutfp_aT1OU8S2VhDigtuTQJlHe558EdsXGWk/s200/lettuce.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465348492627234546" /></a><br />I did something today, something huge, something I have only done one other time in my entire life…<br /><br />I ordered lettuce on my sandwich!<br /><br />I have loathed lettuce with every fiber of my being (and virtually all other fruits and veggies save for the “badder” ones … corn, potatoes, apples, pickles, ketchup — yes, the last two totally count!).<br /><br />I have snarled and gagged and hidden the earthy foods when no one’s looking for 31 years. But, thanks to an amazing experience, this is no longer the case. Woo-hoo!<br /><br />To overcome my fears, phobias and down-right detestation for all things healthy, I took the road less traveled … I saw a hypnotherapist.<br /><br />I chronicle my journey in the June issue of <em>DallasChild</em> magazine (I’ll post when the article is available), but I was so proud of today’s milestone, I just had to share this delicious, leafy green taste of progress. Yum!<br /><br />Bonus? Three weeks into my company’s Biggest Loser competition (we have weigh-day Wednesdays) I’ve officially lost 4% of my mass.wanted: hot mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08043607713592907565noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3040847048572001148.post-67010894610936076702010-04-26T19:45:00.003-05:002010-04-26T19:51:01.054-05:00TTTC: Spanx You!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeyo39ePmwVllJgu5fiFf4RJ9xKuY0w9KDCTL2mZZU3I7B8MVfNLDGU8qV5allJNlQvJWRyjnfmG1QPJLy7BNHDJjViJhhbgAFSMIvjqPMrJP4p4JKPxG0B-4vsrJQ8rXOBbSjxLspJ1E/s1600/DSC01737.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeyo39ePmwVllJgu5fiFf4RJ9xKuY0w9KDCTL2mZZU3I7B8MVfNLDGU8qV5allJNlQvJWRyjnfmG1QPJLy7BNHDJjViJhhbgAFSMIvjqPMrJP4p4JKPxG0B-4vsrJQ8rXOBbSjxLspJ1E/s200/DSC01737.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464613182236285986" /></a><br />Aww, there’s nothing like a new car to make you feel … fat. For the past 10 years I’ve been in some sort of SUV — the higher-up stature lets one (regardless of mass) slide easily in and out of its seats. No ducking, tucking or squatting required.<br /><br />The same can not be said for the car.<br /><br />The car, I’ve quickly noticed, sucks you — every squishy bit of you — into its cushy seats and doesn’t let go.<br /><br />This past weekend, the hubs and I traded in my Jeep Laredo for a Ford Fusion … (much) better gas mileage (I drive an hour each way to work — eek) and a smaller monthly payment. We’re whittling down expenses to make way for Baby No. 2 (we’re not preggars, just making plans) and the monthly savings will go far in helping to feather the nest — woo-hoo.<br /><br />I LOVE driving my new mama mobile — it feels sporty and sassy and fun (and the interior is incredibly roomy) — but, getting in and out of it wreaks havoc on my psyche. You know that feeling when you pull off your Spanx at the end of a long day … that sudden explosion of self? Yep, that’s me, only my Spanx (in this case) is several tons of red-toned steel.<br /><br />Guess we didn't just buy a mom mobile, we bought some serious motivation. :)wanted: hot mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08043607713592907565noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3040847048572001148.post-76556560649475355022010-04-20T20:48:00.003-05:002010-04-20T20:55:20.899-05:00Third Time’s the Charm: Here We Grow Again<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNxzEKq37jFHnQtVv1nDzbSUk6ECcpLD1o1noWFfAjZt7n0QxfxGnDMcv4xuSotC_4RXSE9sjSIvv1EuW-8xH_jccgDGwpwfo65xJxXXU-VGINf4plXKWFdPHsrLPBfCEre5bCjBjoipM/s1600/kirstie.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNxzEKq37jFHnQtVv1nDzbSUk6ECcpLD1o1noWFfAjZt7n0QxfxGnDMcv4xuSotC_4RXSE9sjSIvv1EuW-8xH_jccgDGwpwfo65xJxXXU-VGINf4plXKWFdPHsrLPBfCEre5bCjBjoipM/s200/kirstie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462403227162527218" /></a><br />Well, well, well … look who’s back and bigger than ever!! Yep, it’s me … much, much more of me (I’m thinking Kirstie Alley and I are soul sisters). <br /><br />Like any good addict (where’s the Intervention TV crew for the fatties??), I have well-thought out excuses for my relapse:<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">summer/fall: </span>endured months of agonizing pelvic pain (I feed pain) and subsequent surgeries (I feed surgery) for a kidney stone and insane amounts of endometriosis<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">winter:</span> my mom was in and out of the hospital for three months (I feed emotional distress) with her own major surgery (I feed other people’s surgeries) <br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">spring:</span> half-off sale on chocolate Easter bunnies and crème eggs (I feed chocolate euphoria) …<br /><br />So, here I am, two burgers away from being back to my heaviest weight ever on record. It’s a proud, proud moment.<br /><br />But, as they say, the third time’s the charm and I’m hoping/praying/crossing fingers this old adage holds true for me, the want-to girl with often little can-do.<br /><br />stay tuned …wanted: hot mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08043607713592907565noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3040847048572001148.post-60589471848650865312009-06-17T15:14:00.003-05:002009-06-17T15:22:10.107-05:00day 110: bite meNo, really. Someone please <strong>bite me</strong> ... and take with you a huge chunk of fleshy fatness, maybe then I'll lose some weight! Some how, in the last seven days I have managed to GAIN 4.2 pounds! <br /><br />I've been working out, eating better (and more frequently to keep the metabolism up), but clearly that slip-up at the Dairy Queen drive-thru last Sunday did me in. Damn those enticing blizzard commericals. Damn. Damn. Damn.<br /><br />I have just 13.5 days left in the weight-loss competition at work and the current leaders have lost 6, 7 and 9% to my paltry little 3%. Boo. <br /><br />It's time to rethink my strategy.wanted: hot mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08043607713592907565noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3040847048572001148.post-59808391937472008152009-06-10T13:08:00.002-05:002009-06-10T13:16:20.325-05:00day 103: in the homestrechACK! Just weighed in my office "Biggest Loser" challenge. Pfft!<br /><br />Though I did really well with food choices this past week (not one ding dong passed these lips), my efforts weren't rewarded with a great number. In fact, the scale taunted me with a mere .4 pound loss ... I think the damn thing even said, "Mwaaahahaha!" when the display read 206.8. What a B.<br /><br />Hit the gym at lunch and knocked out 300 calories on the eliptiKILL, who-hoo. Just need to do that 12 times everyday for the next 21 days and I should be all set. ;)<br /><br />Anywhoo, 9 weeks down, three left to go, with 13.8 pounds left to shed to reach my personal goal.wanted: hot mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08043607713592907565noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3040847048572001148.post-169648338890077842009-06-04T10:55:00.003-05:002009-06-04T11:03:07.769-05:00day 96: Fat Chants article<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZVd4J5v5MfDtGjrmQM29oDgdQwhAVv-q13XTXflXQyngiRXgvKz8UUGfYGPjibwTJwi-6n7RZGgn49mbJTzgOcqbFfgViwYiQ2mV__A3bAhtZaDnAVz8MoCCeQYKxyovGuFpfOrVquXs/s1600-h/MOL+logo+vector+file.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 88px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZVd4J5v5MfDtGjrmQM29oDgdQwhAVv-q13XTXflXQyngiRXgvKz8UUGfYGPjibwTJwi-6n7RZGgn49mbJTzgOcqbFfgViwYiQ2mV__A3bAhtZaDnAVz8MoCCeQYKxyovGuFpfOrVquXs/s200/MOL+logo+vector+file.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343503587300029378" /></a><br />My lastest Fat Chants article has just been published over on Moms Out Loud (yay!). Check it out <a href="http://www.momsoutloud.com/momsinspire/momsarticles/id/fat-chants-your-online-friend-in-the-quest-for-bathing-suit-confidence-38/">here</a> ... <br /><br />p.s. It was written a few days ago, so it doesn't reflect this AM's success on the scale. ;)wanted: hot mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08043607713592907565noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3040847048572001148.post-23077873373571017422009-06-04T08:30:00.001-05:002009-06-04T08:32:56.407-05:00day 96: half-way, babyAt my highest (which was, understandably, one of the lowest points in my life), I tipped the scales at a whopping 260 big ones. It was the height of my infertility issues and I ate to fill the void in my heart. But, post-fertility procedures/specialist/meds, I shed 45 pounds and got preggars.<br /><br />Now, two-plus years later I am thrilled to report that I am more than half-way to my “goal weight” of 155(ish) — I use “goal weight” loosely as I don’t have a clue what anything below 193 looks like on me (and a trainer I talked to said BMI is total bubkis). ;)<br /><br />I weighed this AM and am back down to 207, which means I’ve relost the 11 pounds (5% of body weight) I dropped during the first month of the Biggest Loser challenge at work (down 53 from highest point/20%)! In the big-picture view, 11 pounds isn’t much compared to what I still need to “defluff,” but, as anyone who’s ever battled weight issues (and the deeply rooted emotional ties that come along with them) knows, ANY loss is something to celebrated (w/o the cake, of course). <br /><br />So, this is me, shouting from the roof tops, “who-hoo! I’m half-way, baby!”<br /><br />Four weeks left to go … hope to kick some serious coworker butt.wanted: hot mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08043607713592907565noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3040847048572001148.post-84308360080908071392009-06-02T21:49:00.002-05:002009-06-02T22:00:11.112-05:00day 94: something to think aboutThis post is a bit of a departure from my typical food-related rants, but I felt compelled to share this post (which is also on my parenting blog):<br /><br />Motherhood: it’s an experience fraught with contradictions. It is at once beautiful and messy, exhilarating and exhausting, amazing and agonizing. It is a winding journey that is so filled with certainty and uncertainty, with self-confidence and self-doubt that most of us never really know which way is up (or down for that matter … although crunch a Lego with your bare foot in the middle of the night and you’ll quickly remember). <br /><br />That said, it is amazing to me that once we cross that threshold from womanhood to motherhood, that we don’t automatically assume a “solidarity” type of mentality. I think supporting our fellow mamas should complete our transformation — wider hips, droopy boobs, empathy for anyone who sleeps with Cheerios in the bed and wears snot remnants on her sleeve. <br /><br />I’m the first to admit that my automatic compassion switch didn’t flick “on” when Cooper came out. But an e-mail I received tonight has made it clear that I need to super glue, nail, duct tape my switch to the full and upright position … I don’t ever want to be responsible for making another mom feel the way I do right now:<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">“You and Chris cannot tell me how much you love little Cooper <span style="font-style:italic;">UNTIL</span> you show yourselves that you love him enough to stop the food addiction cycle.”</span><br /><br />This is just a small portion from an e-mail written in response to Sunday's <a href="http://fat-chants.blogspot.com/2009/05/day-92-coming-out-of-closet.html">post</a>. <br /><br />It is the only sentence that matters.<br /><br />I believe in my heart of hearts that the sender wrote out of love and concern. I know the intentions were good. But daring to question my love for my son … that simply negates any good that was intended.<br /><br />I’m truly at a loss …wanted: hot mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08043607713592907565noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3040847048572001148.post-47325657819164051962009-06-01T18:53:00.000-05:002009-06-01T18:54:33.513-05:00day 93: holy headacheYow-zah! I always loathe the return from gluttony … it gives me a raging headache — I’m currently nearing migraine level. UGH. But, I deserve it … it’s my body’s way of reminding me what an idiot I’ve been (just wish the reminder didn’t have to be quite so intense).<br /><br />Aside from the vice grip on my brain, today has been pretty good, like waffle (plain whole-grain, low-fat), vanilla yogurt, lean pocket kind of good. I won’t be attempting the gym, as my vision is pretty suspect at this point, but going from the all-you-can-eat ding-dong buffet (wow, does that sound as euphemistic to anyone else, lol?) to low-cal, low-fat is a great start.<br /><br />Bonus? This throbbing head situation will have my big ol’ butt in bed as soon as Cooper says, “night, night,” which means less hours to look longingly at the fridge.wanted: hot mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08043607713592907565noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3040847048572001148.post-75526273487993343512009-05-31T17:29:00.004-05:002009-06-01T08:16:14.177-05:00day 92: coming out of the closet<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVhyNKb0nMmuKNGk7am76H3CoHAZZ3xBvvp3kBvmCNNUhs91RH7H5WcnT1fnzBPRPuHAnRN61TlQwkRnXn4OBeHCiqHqpyVR7Rk6rNpA2vgqf7QIpG5uqkchTq27vjlqhT9pSxnoVBZa4/s1600-h/pool.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVhyNKb0nMmuKNGk7am76H3CoHAZZ3xBvvp3kBvmCNNUhs91RH7H5WcnT1fnzBPRPuHAnRN61TlQwkRnXn4OBeHCiqHqpyVR7Rk6rNpA2vgqf7QIpG5uqkchTq27vjlqhT9pSxnoVBZa4/s320/pool.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342132731728293138" /></a><br />Oops, sorry Tammy ... here ya' go, thrilled to know someone's still reading. ;)<br /><br />Do you know where I found myself at 6:05 Friday morning? Sitting in my closet, eating a ding dong. And, as pathetic as that may sound, it wasn’t my first … nor was it my last that day (I also went on to eat donuts at the office, cheese enchiladas for lunch, more donuts on the way home and an Italian feast for dinner). <br /><br />Sitting in my closet, not tasting the cake, but rather inhaling it, I shoved the last bite in my mouth just as the hubs walked in. BUSTED. Oops. <br /><br />I chalk the non-stop eat-a-thon up to that fun little hormone surge that signals the start of the monthly yuck (some days I totally long for boy parts). Well, PMS and a complete disregard for my hot mama mission (and anything not related to food and/or its consumption).<br /><br />In all honesty though, I’ve been a pretty bad little binger lately … so much so that hiding in the closet doesn’t come as much of a shock to me … <br /><br />I did really well the week before … focused and determined. But with Cooper’s 2nd birthday BBQ bash last Saturday, well, I let the food fly … straight down the gullet, filling my gut until I literally cringed in pain. Niiiiice!<br /><br />I know I’m an emotional eater, I know my triggers, which for most heavyweights is the greatest truth … if you know the problem, then you can seek to fix it (or avoid it, or have a plan in place to deal with it). But lately, I’ve given myself license to be weak. <br /><br />But, as much as I know my issues, I also know how to get back on track — a project! So, I dedicated today as “garage clean-out” day. I love, love, love to clean out. Read: HATE to clean, LOVE to clean OUT. I’ve always found the purging of things and the organizing of stuff to be a completely cathartic experience. Plus, thanks to the early on-set of sweltering Texas temps, I could see the ding dongs and donuts literally sweating out of my pores. YAY!<br /><br />Nearly five hours and a gallon of water later, I feel really, really good (well, emotionally anyway, physically my back and hips are reeling from the sudden exertion, but even that reminds me that I lifted something more than a ding dong today, who-hoo!).<br /><br />There are about 3 weeks left in my office Biggest Loser challenge and I intend to make the most of them. I’ve lost (and gained) the same 11 pounds over and over since the start of the competition 9 weeks ago. And I know if I don’t work my rear off to get under 200 by the end of it, I will be completely disgusted with myself (not to mention, I’m still dying to <a href="http://fat-chants.blogspot.com/2009/03/day-24-before-afters.html">zip up that damn zipper</a>, lol).<br /><br />It’s my goal to weigh-in at 193 at the end of Biggest Loser … that’s the number I was at last summer when I was totally on track. So, back to blogging (it always helps!), back to the gym and back to being the on-track me I know I can be…which means coming (and staying) out of the closet. ;)<br /><br />p.s. We have weigh-in on Wednesday, so I’ll post then how far I am from goal. I started the challenge at 218. And have been at 207 off and on throughout … would love to hear from anyone else sweatin’ through the summer!wanted: hot mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08043607713592907565noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3040847048572001148.post-64669709271738521872009-05-29T16:29:00.001-05:002009-05-29T16:29:55.988-05:00Update Coming Tonight!Promise! ;)wanted: hot mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08043607713592907565noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3040847048572001148.post-2921768451089229442009-04-26T14:03:00.003-05:002009-04-26T14:15:10.565-05:00day 57: catch-upOOPS. I've been a bad little blogger lately. I've taken on a chunk of freelance work lately, so, if i'm not at work, working, I'm at home, working, which leaves precious little time for anything else. And while I'm EXHAUSTED on the weekends, the influx of projects has certainly kept my mind off food, which is huge, and one of my top secrets for success (the rest are outlined in my lasted Fat Chants article on MomsOutLoud.com, click <a href="http://www.momsoutloud.com/momsinspire/momsarticles/id/fat-chants-your-online-friend-in-the-quest-for-bathing-suit-confidence-31/">here</a> for details). <br /><br />As I have about 20 loads of laundry to do (already up to 4200 steps logged just doing chores! who-hoo!! ... huge since there are just 2 weeks left in the walking challenge at work), so I'll keep the rest of this short and sweet.<br /><br />The first weigh in at work (1st of 12 in the biggest loser-style challenge): showed a 7 pound weigh loss! SWEET! But, I still tied for best efforts in week 1 with the big-mouthed, bald coworker who is my sole reason for busting butt on this ... he's goin' down! ;) We both lost 3% body fat the first week.<br /><br />The second weigh in (which was this past Wednesday), wasn't so hot. I was bad, bad, bad the weekend going into week two, so i gained a pound (still down 6 overall, though). But, boo, the big-mouthed, bald coworker sailed ahead, losing a combined 5%. <br /><br />Gotta' pick up the pace and gain some ground in week 3. There's a side bet on this between the big-mouthed, bald coworker and two others .... there's 200 bucks on the line, winner takes all! Mama needs some money! ;)<br /><br />Gotta' get back to laundry ... and steps! Goal is 11 miles walked today.wanted: hot mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08043607713592907565noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3040847048572001148.post-29334775493873039012009-04-09T04:46:00.013-05:002009-04-10T21:22:22.150-05:00day 40: bring it on<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFlCieUOpwQpnTYYiuGyojvcfXOG4l3OKAmvT9RTOS-x8TFxNl3pIkSg2MkCthGL122Co1Y-BpFnzzje77jWAqUmHw-l2sYAeKnatXfXtynWUZY9JrHg8qPWprjroQ3o2BbYgmnSLlW8E/s1600-h/10+feet+of+fabulous+004.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFlCieUOpwQpnTYYiuGyojvcfXOG4l3OKAmvT9RTOS-x8TFxNl3pIkSg2MkCthGL122Co1Y-BpFnzzje77jWAqUmHw-l2sYAeKnatXfXtynWUZY9JrHg8qPWprjroQ3o2BbYgmnSLlW8E/s320/10+feet+of+fabulous+004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322638247123108770" /></a><br />If you happended by my latest <a href="http://www.momsoutloud.com/momsinspire/momsarticles/id/take-the-fat-chants-challenge-and-possibly-win-an-ipod-shuffle-29/">Fat Chants article</a> over on <a href="http://www.momsoutloud.com">MomsOutLoud.com</a>, then you know that yesterday was a big'en. <br /><br />April 8 kicked off the American Heart Association's <a href="http://www.mystartonline.org/">National Start! Walkling Day</a>, which means my company's 4-week walking challenge also got underway. Last year, my team <a href="http://fat-chants.blogspot.com/2008/04/day-107-walk-it-out.html">Hot Soles</a>, logged enough tread to be crowned the <a href="http://fat-chants.blogspot.com/2008/05/days-132-139-weigh-day-19-catch-up.html">"golden shoe" victors </a> and I have high hopes that this year's girl-powered team, 10 Feet of Fabulous (that's us up there in the pink) will continue the tradition. But, as one of my former team mates(2008 top individual walker winner) announced yesterday in our all-staff meeting, his team, the Dead Sexy Hiking Hooligans, is in it to win it. <br /><br />The gauntlet has been thrown! Let the games --ahem -- walking begin!<br /><br />Oh, but wait, there's more...(don't cha just love when people say that). Yesterday also started a 12-week "Biggest Loser" style weight loss challenge -- another title I fully intend to take home. Why? Because I feed on competition (instead of calories, well, now anyway)? Because I'm a perfection-seeking crazy lady who hates to be second best? Or, could it be for the simple joy of puttin' the kabosh on all the smack talk spewing from the little bald man in my department who won this challenge two years ago and who assumes it's in the bag this year? But. Of. Course. Oh, and I'd like to note, speaking of spew, the said bald man just so happens to be the same fellow who was the first to <a href="http://fat-chants.blogspot.com/2008/06/days-156-160-no-knees.html">toss his cookies </a>during boot camp last summer. ;) (Sorry G, you know i totally *heart* you, but you're going down.<br /><br />And, on that note, I quote my friend, fellow <a href="http://fat-chants.blogspot.com/2008/04/day-119-spaghetti.html">boot-camp survivor</a> and colleague, Hillary, "I'm not in it to win it, I'm in it to lose!"<br /><br />Boys ... bring it on!wanted: hot mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08043607713592907565noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3040847048572001148.post-21038740192738427282009-04-07T21:12:00.002-05:002009-04-07T21:19:49.131-05:00day 38: playing catch-upMy apologies to all 5 people who read this blog for my lack of postings as of late ... i've been crazy busy with work work, freelance work, getting side-business off the ground work, pro bono writing work, wife work, mommy work and yes, though it may come as a shock to my parents, yard work. <br /><br />Not so much work being done on my hot-mama mission, though. But, I swear there is a "good" reason. Details will be revealed in my lastest Fat Chants installment over at <a href="http://www.momsoutloud.com">MomsOutLoud.com</a> on Thursday. <br /><br />p.s. Um, I'm new to this whole "follower" business and my glaringly obvious blank box at left is quite sad ... won't someone help me fill it up? Accounatbility is the name of the game when it comes to fat loss. ;)wanted: hot mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08043607713592907565noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3040847048572001148.post-63422000700875668092009-03-27T07:54:00.003-05:002009-03-27T08:34:02.179-05:00day 27: mama says ...After yesterday’s debut of Fat Chants over on <a href="http://www.momsoutloud.com">MomsOutLoud</a>, I started hearing from lots of mama friends who too, were struggling. <br /><br />YAY! <br /><br />Not yay in the fact that there are other moms out there whose parts have expanded beyond the confines of their closet-worth of clothing (believe me, the ladies quoted below have ALWAYS looked amazing … like make-ya-wanna’-puke amazing). But rather yay in the way they each shared their own story. I truly, truly believe that stepping up and speaking out — if only to your lifelong friends — is a powerful (necessary) action in overcoming whatever it is that’s holding you back (for me, it’s my complete and utter co-dependence with any food not grown in the ground!). <br /><br />As they say, misery loves company … well, so do mommies looking for a way to be the absolute best they can be for their families...<br /><br />here's to company, to compassion, to commiserating, to admitting our weaknesses and embracing our strengths ... go, mamas, go: <br /><br /><em>“I too struggle with the day-to-day gorging of sweets and salties! It's sooo freakin’ hard. To think I was once an athletic, toned, hot girl at 125 lbs. I hate who I see in the mirror and go back and forth with weight loss. I'll lose 17 pounds and gain them all back faster than you can say burrito supreme. I have a promise to myself to lose 30 pounds before I turn 30 (which is June 7th). It's not just about me anymore! My family needs an energetic and healthy woman to man the helm of this chaotic boat. Hang in there!! We can do this together! Love ya!”</em><br /><br /><em>“I read your Fat Chants blog … really cool. I have gained 15 lbs since last summer with the tubing leg injury, then in November my back went out. So I have eaten and eaten and not worked out! I need motivation to get off my butt and workout. Trying the acai berry thing, don't think it's doing much.You have inspired me and I will keep up with your weight loss!! Sucks when you don't have any clothes that fit!”</em><br /><em> <br />“This is so great, good luck. You know, I need some motivation myself. For some reason, when I have the choice between playing with the baby and working out, the baby always wins. Being a mommy has turned me into one big lazy ass. I'll stay tuned for your future write-ups. Maybe you'll help motivate me, too! :)”</em>wanted: hot mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08043607713592907565noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3040847048572001148.post-91241481076727902062009-03-24T20:40:00.008-05:002009-03-25T19:22:50.267-05:00day 24: before & after(s)Typically when someone shows you their before and afters, it's the latter pic that's most impressive. But, ya' know I like to work in reverse. ;)<br /><br />Digging through some old pics last night, I found one I was particularly fond of ...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjG6HC__eBpyyBUE_pAlkzhO78RfJwA3pk-3TBPhcwozvX0_VxCbOy0pACu97K3hyphenhyphenGjqFDd35FeTmQYPZ3SmPcSpucoHKEA69TEzke4w8CsXxeoIcm5DW3YByGjUm7jWqd2wMJw-naKjw/s1600-h/232323232%257Ffp432%253C6%253Enu%253D3235%253E874%253E33%253A%253EWSNRCG%253D3233869%253A56978nu0mrj%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjG6HC__eBpyyBUE_pAlkzhO78RfJwA3pk-3TBPhcwozvX0_VxCbOy0pACu97K3hyphenhyphenGjqFDd35FeTmQYPZ3SmPcSpucoHKEA69TEzke4w8CsXxeoIcm5DW3YByGjUm7jWqd2wMJw-naKjw/s320/232323232%257Ffp432%253C6%253Enu%253D3235%253E874%253E33%253A%253EWSNRCG%253D3233869%253A56978nu0mrj%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316944984737154834" /></a><br />This is my <strong>BEFORE</strong>, taken last July on the banks of the Guadalupe River. <br /><br />And now, for your viewing pleasure ... my <strong>AFTER(S)</strong><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT0TgAbjXMPFoI7rY4Ov9ZtmZ3bzY_Hy_W9c-Tr_cBk6k5wyHSkdV7Hdm4vARtrwI6933DQe8l59LyVBEGkhGgnXwWDo0FzYlFD-3doREqEGOBxDDj7Ku1CLmWDvi9IDHCE2_72SRfmTc/s1600-h/232323232%257Ffp432%253C5%253Enu%253D3235%253E874%253E33%253A%253EWSNRCG%253D3233869%253A56387nu0mrj%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT0TgAbjXMPFoI7rY4Ov9ZtmZ3bzY_Hy_W9c-Tr_cBk6k5wyHSkdV7Hdm4vARtrwI6933DQe8l59LyVBEGkhGgnXwWDo0FzYlFD-3doREqEGOBxDDj7Ku1CLmWDvi9IDHCE2_72SRfmTc/s320/232323232%257Ffp432%253C5%253Enu%253D3235%253E874%253E33%253A%253EWSNRCG%253D3233869%253A56387nu0mrj%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316945677959960866" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtj0LM9TZn7_4XzX8TY8HZtXx_H5EAcZtt2whTRdtHVWlwIbJKc2NPVVdg_JsvnSfCAoh5KALrXmoMjaxNLXsKmoAU86-96Frfdw-CtEp3EN6Dn_7nv-lbAf3G4UEv1-RYYPMpKd_eR2g/s1600-h/232323232%257Ffp432%253C8%253Enu%253D3235%253E874%253E33%253A%253EWSNRCG%253D3233869%253A55795nu0mrj%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtj0LM9TZn7_4XzX8TY8HZtXx_H5EAcZtt2whTRdtHVWlwIbJKc2NPVVdg_JsvnSfCAoh5KALrXmoMjaxNLXsKmoAU86-96Frfdw-CtEp3EN6Dn_7nv-lbAf3G4UEv1-RYYPMpKd_eR2g/s320/232323232%257Ffp432%253C8%253Enu%253D3235%253E874%253E33%253A%253EWSNRCG%253D3233869%253A55795nu0mrj%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316945465731226226" /></a><br />Same pants, plus 8 months of age and 15 pounds of ooey, gooey "goodness" seeping out the front. Dead. Sexy. (props to my sidekick for covering up some of the pudge.) ;)<br /><br />And because two pics aren't humiliation enough ... <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4AMgHlJfOYza8hOVbjcUvlSmRXG8jlnp1ptUJuPM2RQpJvcXsuOpFYH-lKxCIkifjHFuGdunL1yzBZXBtgr6MSpIkmbXIm8CMd1EaoL3VMTcmMwB0xxuwzoYwRMUcE3p5gVxWQ0KcazY/s1600-h/232323232%257Ffp432%253C3%253Enu%253D3235%253E874%253E33%253A%253EWSNRCG%253D3233869%253A66365nu0mrj%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4AMgHlJfOYza8hOVbjcUvlSmRXG8jlnp1ptUJuPM2RQpJvcXsuOpFYH-lKxCIkifjHFuGdunL1yzBZXBtgr6MSpIkmbXIm8CMd1EaoL3VMTcmMwB0xxuwzoYwRMUcE3p5gVxWQ0KcazY/s320/232323232%257Ffp432%253C3%253Enu%253D3235%253E874%253E33%253A%253EWSNRCG%253D3233869%253A66365nu0mrj%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316946793129696370" /></a><br />Yep, that's a nice <strong>6 inches </strong><strong>of gut </strong>hanging out of my absolutely, no-way-in-hell-is-that-gonna'-zip zipper. Who-hoo (one can only imagine how much that woulda' been a month ago before i dropped a quick 20! Those sad little pants probably woulda' just laughed in my face as they saran-wrapped my thighs and refused to budge). <br /><br />I detailed this fun little experiment in my first Fat Chants column debuting Thursday over at <a href="http://www.momsoutloud.com">Moms Out Loud</a>. Check it out <a href="http://www.momsoutloud.com/momsinspire/momsarticles/id/introducing-fat-chants-your-online-friend-in-the-quest-for-bathing-suit-confidence-28/">here</a> when you have a chance.<br /><br />Until then, here's a summary: the pants go moo, the seams go sigh and I set a goal to zip that friggin' zipper by the end of May.wanted: hot mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08043607713592907565noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3040847048572001148.post-70214617217351012242009-03-10T14:44:00.002-05:002009-03-10T14:48:55.348-05:00day 13: part twoOn January 3, 2008, I posted the following:<br /><br /><em>“I have devised a plan that will ensure my ultimate success. I will skip the popping of powerful appetite suppressants, or adopting anorexic tendencies and will, instead, completely, totally, utterly humiliate myself on the world wide web … I can’t be accountable only to myself or to my hubby … I’m stuck with me and hell, let’s face it, he is too. I need to be accountable to the world.”</em><br /><br />Well, flash forward 431 days and I would now like to recant the whole appetite suppressant statement (I *heart* my pills), but other than that, it’s business as usual. <br /><br />Oh, but there is this one thing that I’ve learned about my original hot mama mission. In order for the whole accountability by blog to work, you have to, umm, blog!<br /><br />So, I’m upping the ante and I’m going global.<br /><br />OK, maybe not global, but the blog is about to get bigger. At the end of this month some of my rantings will be carried on <a href="http://www.momsoutloud.com">Moms Out Loud</a> — a fantastic online community for D-FW mamas by D-FW mamas that features everything and anything local ladies need/want. <br /><br />So. Stinkin’. Excited.<br /><br />So. Stinkin’. Scared.<br /><br />Failing “in front” of the three people who read this little blog is one thing (thanks mom!), failing in front of who knows how many, well … that’s a whole other tub of chunky monkey ice cream. But, that’s what I wanted, right? <em>“I need to be accountable to the world.”</em><br /><br />I’m hoping this new adventure will keep me moving forward because going back is no longer an option.<br /><br />Fingers are crossed. Hopes are high. Calories are right were they should be. ;)<br /><br /><strong>Oh, and big news: Since “Thin Wednesday” I've lost 11 pounds (that's 11 lumps in 13 days)! Who-hoo!!!</strong>wanted: hot mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08043607713592907565noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3040847048572001148.post-60068557011411907272009-03-03T08:44:00.003-06:002009-03-03T08:47:32.443-06:00day 6: here’s the dealSomewhere between complete obsession and complete apathy I lost my way when it came to the hot mama mission I started more than a year ago. I’ll be honest, I knew what I was doing.<br /><br />It started when the face staring back at me in the mirror looked like a distorted version of the one I had always known. As someone who’s been heavy her entire life, I’ve always dreamed of what it would be like to snag anything off the rack and have it fit like a glove (rather than a sausage casing). But, dreams often have a way of becoming twisted in reality.<br /><br />Though I was still a hefty chica, there was a much smaller heft than there once had been and I suddenly found myself afraid of the unfamiliar territory. <br /><br />So, I sabotaged. I was like an anorexic in reverse. I ate everything I could and willed myself to regain the weight I’d lost. And, fortunately/unfortunately I succeeded. It’s complete lunacy, I know, but the mind is a sneaky lil’ devil.<br /><br />Somewhere along the line, I lost control of what I was doing and spiraled beyond where I had intended to go. The message became, “eeh, what’s another 5 pounds?” <br /><br />Five lead to another 5 and then another and another until I was two pounds shy of where I had started. <br /><br />And then I was scared. I couldn’t let myself cross that line. <br /><br />So, here I am, starting over, rather than charting continued progress.<br /><br />But, that’s completely OK. That’s the great thing about life … second helpings and second chances. ;)<br /><br />When I was battling infertility a few years ago, the specialist said losing weight was one of the things I could do to help improve my chances of becoming a mama. So I did. I lost 45 pounds.<br /><br />But, I had help. Help I have sought again.<br /><br />Since I allowed myself to be swallowed by the emotional cycle of eating these past few months, there was no way for me to get my mind right and ready to tackle this challenge again.<br /><br />So, I called the doc and got a Rx for an old friend … phentermine.<br /><br />Yes, it’s half of the infamous phen/phen, but for me, it works. It takes the edge off, it’s like the chubby chick’s nicotine patch. And I love it!<br /><br />I wish I could do this on my own, but, right now I can’t. And I’m OK with that. I still have to muster all the willpower in my world not to submit to the emotional triggers that make me want to plow through a box of Girl Scout cookies. It’s still me taking on the beast every single day, I just happen to be packing heat this time. ;)<br /><br />There’s also a second step in my new plan of attack, but details on that to come later …<br /><br />Until then, I’m hitting the gym, eating light and doing the best I can.wanted: hot mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08043607713592907565noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3040847048572001148.post-13593508577195209412009-02-25T20:25:00.003-06:002009-02-25T20:32:00.257-06:00day 1: starting overI promised to announce my new and improved hot mama mission today, but as I still have laundry to do and bags to pack before I head out of town tomorrow, the "big reveal" will just have to wait. <br /><br />But I do have something to confess. I went to the doc on Monday for a routine physical, which, since I haven't had a physical since I "played" tennis in high school, it was less routine and more what-the-hell-have-you-been-doing-to-yourself?!? It seems (though it comes as no surprise to me) that I've gained back all but two of the pounds I worked so hard to shed last year. <br /><br />Nice, right??<br /><br />In a mere six months, I have packed on a whopping 33 pounds! Mom must be so proud. ;)<br /><br />So, I'm taking this huge backslide as motivation to start again, to reclaim my size 14s and then shrink right on past 'em.<br /><br />Details on how I'm gonna' do it to come ... stay tuned.wanted: hot mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08043607713592907565noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3040847048572001148.post-42368011886380773142009-02-24T10:29:00.006-06:002009-02-24T10:38:25.844-06:00Fat Tuesday<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4vTtHyVAvV0zeg8L2QeuIFYdpGxtH4_21A_KChUVvweCcXqAC_4mB-821T9jJe2unXmQ-h6jVTDPuHCmCQAfQbzcfmD6qa7hz3jwEYmX7Oar69cn92_uFp19MHAedLlarakml610yOIw/s1600-h/parade.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4vTtHyVAvV0zeg8L2QeuIFYdpGxtH4_21A_KChUVvweCcXqAC_4mB-821T9jJe2unXmQ-h6jVTDPuHCmCQAfQbzcfmD6qa7hz3jwEYmX7Oar69cn92_uFp19MHAedLlarakml610yOIw/s320/parade.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306403022490768290" /></a><br />Whoo-hoo. I'm <strong>Fat</strong> and it's <strong>Tuesday</strong> ... bring on the gluttony! ;) <br /><br />Tomorrow, on what I have dubbed <strong>Thin Wednesday</strong>, I will be revealing my new hot-mama mission plan of attack.<br /><br />But, until then, I will revel in the deliciousness that is Mardi Gras!!!<br /><br />p.s. I wanna' be this chick (photo courtesy of the hubs and his camera phone ... both of which were in New Orleans over the weekend) ... yes, she's embracing her birthday suit with a lil' body paint ... gotta love her, um, balls? <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggJ5ZTb-c38myWfrjYtxIOnF9Bo1dY5lVSLut_265YSIlunOLqoXHkWbDBDMY3tQMHMx5fGgSlRKgV2yzxC8KRWr_10aP1hyphenhyphenXB6dYJa2LW8RLO7dOQKBy4VFT8nF6xFAfys3saKdqhv48/s1600-h/IMG00044.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggJ5ZTb-c38myWfrjYtxIOnF9Bo1dY5lVSLut_265YSIlunOLqoXHkWbDBDMY3tQMHMx5fGgSlRKgV2yzxC8KRWr_10aP1hyphenhyphenXB6dYJa2LW8RLO7dOQKBy4VFT8nF6xFAfys3saKdqhv48/s320/IMG00044.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306403162750289858" /></a>wanted: hot mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08043607713592907565noreply@blogger.com1