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Confession: I’m Fat.

12 May

Pre-Madilyn. Approximately 170lbs.

I’ve never been happy with the way that my body looks and I know for a fact that my friends, from Middle School to current, can attest to the fact that I put myself down way too much.  Now that I look at pictures of myself from pre-Madilyn, I am disgusted that I ever thought I was fat.  I’m not a small person.  I’m normally very muscular and athletic looking, but not fat.  There IS a difference.   I am super curvy and will never be “skinny” but I have some pretty awesome child bearing hips, so NAH!

Approximately 24 weeks pregnant with Grady

Upon being put on bed rest for 3 months with Madilyn, I gained 80lbs.  I kept my bad eating habits once she was born and then got pregnant with Grady 9 months later.  I lost 16lbs during my first trimester with Grady and then gained a total of 25 more pounds during the rest of my pregnancy, putting me at only 9lbs over my pre-pregnancy weight.  When I went for my first prenatal visit, I had lost 20lbs since having Grady but I’m still HUGE.  For me at least.

I just started watching “Biggest Loser” and I weigh as much as most of the women on the show but don’t feel as though I LOOK that big.  It’s pretty disgusting to me that I’ve gained so much weight and I promise that I’ll never complain about my curvy girl figure again if I can just get back down to a size 12.  I’ve come to realize that the number on a scale means nothing.  It’s all about how  my clothing fits and how I feel.  170lbs might look like a lot of weight on some women, but it looks GOOD on me.  249, however; does not.

I just joined forces with The Sparkle Mama on a Weight Loss Challenge where the grand prize is a stash of brand new Cloth Diapers.  I don’t know about you, but I need some accountability or else I will never, EVER be healthy again.  (I’m staying away from the “thin” moniker because “thin” is not my goal.  Healthy is.)   That said, even the challenge was not enough to scare me into eating healthy.  So I’m confessing my weight and pictures of myself in the most disgusting outfit known to man.  Because I want to be able to post on June 6, having lost at least 10 lbs and looking a little better, and a lot closer to my goal of being healthy again.

Salad with feta, almonds, Kashi Sesame crackers, and raspberry viniagrette

I am currently breastfeeding so being on a “diet” is not really in the cards for me.  My plan of attack is to stop eating processed sugar.  No more processed sugar for the next month.  I will also stay away from “whites” and eat only whole grains.  When I crave something savory to eat, I will allow myself some ranch dressing and raw broccoli.  When I crave sugar, I will allow myself fruit.  I will eat yummy lunches like this salad.  And I will exercise at least 3 times per week.  By exercise, I mean walking brusquely with my stroller.  I’d like to go to the gym but Madilyn will have NONE of that so walking it is.

So PLEASE subscribe and hold me accountable.  Cheer me along.  I’ll be posting my weight and pictures weekly and giving a synopsis about what I’ve been eating, if I’ve “cheated”, and how much exercise I’ve managed to squeeze in.  And if you feel so inclined, join me.

So here’s my confession:  

Front view

Side View

Yes, that says 249Lbs.

Women. Are. Disgusting.

25 Jan

If you have a vagina, I’m talking to you.   You’re disgusting.  Don’t look at me that way!  You are!  We all know that men are animals, right? Well, I’ve come to the conclusion that women are animals too. The worst sort of animals, actually. Downright disgusting, gnarly, poo-flinging, insect eating animals who are able to wrap themselves in pretty little packages to ensconce just how nasty they really are.

This isn’t really a new revelation but I guess maybe I’m getting to the age where it’s really beginning to bother me. I’ve lived with women (names and relation shall remain anonymous), who left bloody pads in their underwear, on the floor, for days at a time. I’ve lived with women who left smeared blood drying on the toilet seat – front and back. I’ve even been known to forget to flush a used tampon from time to time.  But the worst sort of crimes happen in public bathrooms.  I try to stay away from them but I’ve been either pregnant or nursing for the past 2 years which means that I’ve either had a baby chillin’ on my bladder all day long, or had a full bladder from pumping myself with fluids so that I could maintain my title of “milk factory”.  Thus, I have visited more public restrooms in the past 2 years than ever in my life.  One thing remains a constant: no matter where I am, what sort of swanky restaurant or new movie theater I attend, the women’s restroom is a bordello of nastiness.

I’ll never forget being at a bar in downtown Orlando several years back and having to use the restroom.  I was the DD that night so I’m sure I had OD’d on H2O.  My friend and I made our way back to the restroom so that she could use it but I refused.  I was going to hold out until the very end.  Well, the end came 30 minutes later and I just couldn’t hold it anymore.  So we went back to the restroom and lo and behold, there was a freaking turd on the toilet seat.  ON the toilet seat.  Not IN the toilet, but ON the toilet seat.  Needless to say, I didn’t relieve my bladder there.  I did, however; take a picture and it was my profile photo on MySpace for months on end.  Ask my friends.

My husband manages a cafe that is adjacent to a public park.  There are often events there and because the building is city-owned, he has to let people who are not patrons of the cafe use the restrooms.  Unfortunately, the city doesn’t provide cleaning services, my husband and his staff do.  I can’t tell you how many days he comes home complaining about how disgusting the women’s restrooms are.  Tampons, pads IN toilets (REALLY?!), feces that is either too large to flush, or feces that someone just didn’t flush, pee on the floor, wet hand prints on the walls, poop-filled diapers lying on sinks and counters instead of disposed of properly, I could go on and on.  Today I was at the cafe, and true to pregnant form, I had to pee.  I left my dear daughter with her dad so I could pee without wrangling her and worrying about her touching some nasty particle on the floor.  Naturally, the first two toilets had pee ALL over them.  The second of which, had more toilet paper than one single urination should EVER call for.  This woman had obviously wrapped her hands in toilet paper before wiping, afraid to touch her own pee, and then used half of a roll on top of that to wipe her urethra, all the while spraying bio-hazardous waste all over the restroom stall.  The third stall had wet toilet paper on the floor but it was the cleanest of the 3 and I didn’t really feel like using the handicapped stall because the toilet is just too tall for me to hover over, being that I’m 8 months pregnant.  FORGET that whole not hovering thing.

While hovering, I got a little urine on the toilet and after wiping myself clean, I wiped down the toilet seat too.  Like I feel ANY decent person would have done.  But apparently decent women just don’t wipe up after themselves.  Is it REALLY that difficult to wipe up your own piss?  Would you rather wipe your own up, or someone else’s?  I know that a dry toilet seat doesn’t mean a clean toilet seat but good Lord, seriously!?  We can’t even wipe our own pee off of a toilet seat?  We have to leave it for someone else to do?   Wouldn’t using a public restroom be a much more pleasant experience if we could rely on the person who went before us to clean up after themselves (like I do)?

This is a call to action.  Wipe your pee off of the toilet seat when you use it.  We yell at and nag our men for leaving the seat up, but we women can’t even wipe up after ourselves when we know damn well someone else is going to use the toilet after we do.  I would personally be extremely embarrassed if someone watched me walk out of a stall before they went in it, only to discover that I had left little bits of myself all over the seat.  Clean up after yourself.  Give men the “Dirty Animal” label back.  I don’t want it anymore.  And God forbid, wrap your blood-soaked pad up in toilet paper and put it in the receptacle.  Flush your tampon.  And if you absolutely MUST poop in a public restroom, don’t leave the stall until your turd is good and flushed.  IF you have trouble with it, contact someone who can clean it up so the rest of us don’t have to wait in a long line, crossing our legs and doing the potty dance to get into the ONE clean, working stall.

Thank-you.

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