First, let me say, I'm not talking about other people's butts, but the chickens. I have a chicken, Gatsby, she's got the biggest butt of all the chickens. I know I shouldn't point that out, but man, she's huge. I've been singing to her, I realize that may in fact hurt her feelings, I probably need to stop.
I'm in love with my chicks. All of their big butts or not. They're super adorable, and when they see and hear me, they come running to the door. SO sweet. It was super sweet tonight that I didn't have to pick them up to get them into their house. They went on their own. Smart girls. My dad broke their laying box tonight. He was being silly leaning on the box, and it broke. Ugh. Good thing, we're going to be building them a new area. Hopefully with another set of laying boxes. I've got mosquito bites up and down my legs. I hate it. I want to rip my own legs off. It's hard because the coop is at the bottom of the hill, we don't have steps, and there's pine needles on the way down, and I can't exactly walk the best right now with my knee still being swollen, so it's a unique experience getting down there to see them. I love every minute of it though. It's awesome having pets.
Ok, so back to big butts. And other things related...Guess what, she's got a big chicken butt. Gatsby, aside, some of us have larger butts. I was watching Psych, a favorite show of mine, and he was talking about chubby chasers...It's sad that there's a name for a guy who likes a girl with a little meat on her bones. I think it's awesome if a guy can get past her looks and accept what's on the inside. That's a hard thing to find these days. A genuine man. A guy who likes big butts, & he cannot lie. If you know the song, he's actually referring to a version of Kim K. Pre-baby, she was a girl with a itty bitty waist and junk in her trunk. She's still got junk in her trunk, but the back seat and front seat got a little bigger. It happens with those having had a baby. And it's harder for some to lose the baby fat. I've never had a baby, and I'm still fat. So who am I to judge. I don't particularly care for Kim K. or Kayne, but it has nothing to do with her size. Her personality from what I've seen, is not that appealing. That's a completely separate post and it'd take way to long for me to explain that situation.
I do think it's very unappealing that women are disgraced for their bountiful blessings on their bodies, no matter where they are. Junk in the trunk, Junk in the front end, or just junk everywhere. I recently read a story about Justin Bieber. He called a girl a beached whale and told her she needed to go on the biggest loser. Let me tell you something, if he had said that to me, I'd be in jail for beating up a pipsqueak. That's super disrespectful, and I'm sure that I'd have enough to say while pummeling him, but I can't believe that a girl took this from him. It's reported that she didn't say a word to him. Wow, girl you deserve props for not showing him what a beached whale can do. I can't imagine what would be going through his mind or the girl's mind. Was she shocked? Was he high?? You don't speak to anyone that way. Especially not a fan. She's helping you to buy houses, mistreat monkeys, get drunk, driving expensive cars that you can't reach the pedals in. I've never understood why celebs think they are so much greater than us. They're just people. People who God blessed them with a talent. It's not like their immortal. It upsets me that a girl thinks Bieber is that awesome, that she has to take that from him. Reports say she was a size 14. Really?? A 14 is a beached whale?? Dude, check your facts, some whales are upwards of 2500 pounds. Really, that girl is not even close. I've never seen a person the size of a whale. It's just ignorant. I'm over you beebs. It's time you were deported and time your mother taught you how to have respect for others.
I think famous people are under a lot of scrutiny and I feel sorry for those who gain weight. Jessica Simpson, girl, you really need to stop. She keeps doing these Weight Watchers commercials, which is a great thing for a girl needing a little push, but it also sets her up for failure. She's watched about her weight, 100 times more. People wait for her to fail so they can write articles about it or they can talk about how Weight Watchers doesn't work if you fall of the wagon. They're right. It doesn't. Once you stop Weight Watchers, a lot of people gain the weight back, because you aren't choosing a different lifestyle, you're choosing a weight loss plan. Once the plan is over and you're at your goal weight, you have to keep going, or it will all return. I read something very interesting in a Curves Fitness book. I don't go to Curves and I don't do Weight Watchers. They're all a waste of money for me. Anyway, I read that if you take 2 weeks, eat a certain calorie intake, you'll loose weight(dependent on your weight), and then the next 4 weeks go up in calories, you'll plateau, but then the next 2 weeks, go back to the original calorie intake, you'll lose weight. It's a different idea, and I've never done it before. I like reading new approaches to calorie intake, and things of that nature. I can't do a carb diet. It's annoying to me. I can't eat hamburgers, no bread, and eggs, forever. It's not feasible. I can't do a strict salad either, I dislike lettuce. Except on occasion. I really need a plan that's laid out for me specifically. And I'm working on one that works best for me now. I love to cook. I love lean turkey vs. red meat. That's a huge deal for me. I have always loved hamburgers, but I've really taken to the lean turkey/chicken. I crave it. Water too. I used to hate water, not my body craves it. It's a habit thing I think too. I got in the habit of drinking more water, so it's easier to drink it now. I know this post took on a life of it's own. I get going and tree branch stems out and I'm off on that branch instead of the original one.
Before I go, I want to say, thank you for those who have been wishing me well on Facebook with my knee. I am actually getting a little irritated with the situation, and it's just not a good feeling. It's a little depressing. I love to dance at Just Dance Roanoke Monday-Friday at 9:30, with two amazing instructors, Leticia and Liza, and this week with my knee, I can't. I feel incomplete, but I also can't take the chance of doing serious damage. If it doesn't get better in the next few days, it looks like I may have to go see a doctor. :-( Thank you for all your prayers and well wishes. I'll be back at normal in no time. **Crossing fingers**
Phat Fat Chick
Tuesday, June 3, 2014
Sunday, June 1, 2014
Secondhand...Lot, what a crazy dude...
First things, first. I have baby peppers growing on my pepper plants, herbs growing, tomatoes growing, and some squash starting to bloom. I got really excited when I saw a baby pepper poking out on one of my green pepper plants. Small things excite me. Today has been a busy day. My parents are in the process of remodeling parts of their house. They're working on their bedroom now, so we had to find a flooring, wall color and flooring to finally finish their kitchen. I was busy all day after church and I didn't think I'd have the energy to write tonight. Especially after falling down the stairs tonight and twisting my knee pretty badly. I think I'm getting super old, because it seems every week a new ailment starts. Last week was swimmers ear and some other issues, this week it's my knee. Can I please get a break??!
Anyway back to what I was originally going to write...I get so sidetracked, I could write a whole article on my plants, and ailments.
So I'm going to take this idea from Pastor Paul...I'm a thief, what can I say? It was an awesome sermon this morning and I think it has some serious relevance to this journey. Title of his sermon:
Lot doesn't Perc. SO for those who are not avid Bible readers or just don't know the story of Lot, let me simplify. Lot and Abram were living on a certain piece of land, the land could not support both families. So they made a decision, that they would go their separate ways. Lot would go one way and Abram the other. So Lot chose the way he wanted to go and Abram went the other. Lot chose the city of Sodom. A city full of deceit and evil. Essentially a olden time Las Vegas. Lot was comfortable in this lifestyle and loved being rich in this land. The Lord sent two men to warn Lot that this city was to be destroyed for it's awful lifestyle. As the city was being destroyed, his family was told to leave and never look back, his wife turned back and was turned into a pillar of salt. Basically, he moved into the mountains with his daughters. His daughters got him drunk and impregnated themselves with his children. So Lot doesn't Perc? What does that have to do with the story? It has to do with compromising. It has to do with tolerating sin for this particular story. Lot tolerated sin, compromising his faith to live in Sodom and be rich. What does it have to do with my journey?
Sometimes I don't perc. I compromise. I tolerate. I'm a version of Lot. No I'm not living in Las Vegas and I'm not a stripper, but I'm also not perfect and I compromise. If it's easier to compromise to make things a little simpler, why not right?
Think about it this way...
If I compromise today, I say I'll eat a donut for breakfast. Eat what I should for lunch and dinner. Then tomorrow, why couldn't I compromise again? What's stopping me? Yea I could tell myself to not do it, but what happened yesterday that would make me think I couldn't?? Compromise and Toleration are a slipper slope in a case like this. I can slip up, and cheat, who doesn't. I can do it once in a while, but that's different than when I'm compromising. If I'm doing it for the wrong reasons, like I'm too lazy to fix what I should fix, or someone else doesn't like it, or it takes too long. Those are all bad excuses. Get up a little earlier to be sure I have time, tell them to fix their own food. There is always a right way and a wrong way. Shortcuts and compromises can sometimes be a bad thing.
Compromising can be a good thing in a marriage. Like what color you should paint your house. Compromise on that. Don't sacrifice your health for someone else. It's not their health. It's not their body fat. It's not their body. It's yours. Take control. Accept consequences.
Pastor Paul brought up a good thing when he was telling the story of Lot this morning. He said don't be a secondhand Christian. Which made me think...He said, if you can't walk alone with God, and you're depending upon someone else for your faith, you're a secondhand Christian. He's right.
It's the same with a lot of life choices. I'm a secondhand weight loss person. I always feel like my decisions are directly based on what other people in my household choose. It's hard to be that person that is not eating a donut when every one else is biting into one and you have to watch. It's hard being the one when something looks delicious like Kraft's Mac and Cheese and you can't eat it. It's not easy being alone on a journey. It's not easy being the only one who does something and it's not cool. It's not cool to be a party pooper and sit there and not enjoy the same things they are. It may not be cool, but I know I feel better having said no. I feel better showing will power. I feel stronger in my path and my journey. So remember, it may not be cool, but it's worth it.
Phat Fat Chick
P.S. I don't normally feel compelled to spread this much of the Word with some of you, but tonight it's heavy on my heart. I feel like someone is supposed to read this, and this is what I need to say. SO if you're uncomfortable with this, stop reading. I'm sorry, but it's needed somewhere. We're never alone. My journey has not been alone one step of the way. I can feel God cheering me on every step of the way. I feel like he's sitting next to me cheering me on telling me that it's all going to be ok. God is with you. God is with me. He is everywhere and he is cheering us on. He's there. He's there to be your shoulder to cry on or the one you praise when something awesome happens. Today, has been an exceptionally praise day for me. A lot of things have changed and I feel like he deserves the most praise and thanks. I suggest that if you're not sure who is on your path or journey with you, come to Parkway Wesleyan on Sunday, June 8th. I don't know everything about the Bible, but if you're unsure about something and not sure about your faith, come to me. I'll be happy to share what I know, tell you a little more about my testimony, even the more recent part of it and I'll be happy to get you answers for the questions I don't know. And I'll always pray for you. If you ever need prayer, just shoot me an email.
Anyway back to what I was originally going to write...I get so sidetracked, I could write a whole article on my plants, and ailments.
So I'm going to take this idea from Pastor Paul...I'm a thief, what can I say? It was an awesome sermon this morning and I think it has some serious relevance to this journey. Title of his sermon:
Lot doesn't Perc. SO for those who are not avid Bible readers or just don't know the story of Lot, let me simplify. Lot and Abram were living on a certain piece of land, the land could not support both families. So they made a decision, that they would go their separate ways. Lot would go one way and Abram the other. So Lot chose the way he wanted to go and Abram went the other. Lot chose the city of Sodom. A city full of deceit and evil. Essentially a olden time Las Vegas. Lot was comfortable in this lifestyle and loved being rich in this land. The Lord sent two men to warn Lot that this city was to be destroyed for it's awful lifestyle. As the city was being destroyed, his family was told to leave and never look back, his wife turned back and was turned into a pillar of salt. Basically, he moved into the mountains with his daughters. His daughters got him drunk and impregnated themselves with his children. So Lot doesn't Perc? What does that have to do with the story? It has to do with compromising. It has to do with tolerating sin for this particular story. Lot tolerated sin, compromising his faith to live in Sodom and be rich. What does it have to do with my journey?
Sometimes I don't perc. I compromise. I tolerate. I'm a version of Lot. No I'm not living in Las Vegas and I'm not a stripper, but I'm also not perfect and I compromise. If it's easier to compromise to make things a little simpler, why not right?
Think about it this way...
If I compromise today, I say I'll eat a donut for breakfast. Eat what I should for lunch and dinner. Then tomorrow, why couldn't I compromise again? What's stopping me? Yea I could tell myself to not do it, but what happened yesterday that would make me think I couldn't?? Compromise and Toleration are a slipper slope in a case like this. I can slip up, and cheat, who doesn't. I can do it once in a while, but that's different than when I'm compromising. If I'm doing it for the wrong reasons, like I'm too lazy to fix what I should fix, or someone else doesn't like it, or it takes too long. Those are all bad excuses. Get up a little earlier to be sure I have time, tell them to fix their own food. There is always a right way and a wrong way. Shortcuts and compromises can sometimes be a bad thing.
Compromising can be a good thing in a marriage. Like what color you should paint your house. Compromise on that. Don't sacrifice your health for someone else. It's not their health. It's not their body fat. It's not their body. It's yours. Take control. Accept consequences.
Pastor Paul brought up a good thing when he was telling the story of Lot this morning. He said don't be a secondhand Christian. Which made me think...He said, if you can't walk alone with God, and you're depending upon someone else for your faith, you're a secondhand Christian. He's right.
It's the same with a lot of life choices. I'm a secondhand weight loss person. I always feel like my decisions are directly based on what other people in my household choose. It's hard to be that person that is not eating a donut when every one else is biting into one and you have to watch. It's hard being the one when something looks delicious like Kraft's Mac and Cheese and you can't eat it. It's not easy being alone on a journey. It's not easy being the only one who does something and it's not cool. It's not cool to be a party pooper and sit there and not enjoy the same things they are. It may not be cool, but I know I feel better having said no. I feel better showing will power. I feel stronger in my path and my journey. So remember, it may not be cool, but it's worth it.
Phat Fat Chick
P.S. I don't normally feel compelled to spread this much of the Word with some of you, but tonight it's heavy on my heart. I feel like someone is supposed to read this, and this is what I need to say. SO if you're uncomfortable with this, stop reading. I'm sorry, but it's needed somewhere. We're never alone. My journey has not been alone one step of the way. I can feel God cheering me on every step of the way. I feel like he's sitting next to me cheering me on telling me that it's all going to be ok. God is with you. God is with me. He is everywhere and he is cheering us on. He's there. He's there to be your shoulder to cry on or the one you praise when something awesome happens. Today, has been an exceptionally praise day for me. A lot of things have changed and I feel like he deserves the most praise and thanks. I suggest that if you're not sure who is on your path or journey with you, come to Parkway Wesleyan on Sunday, June 8th. I don't know everything about the Bible, but if you're unsure about something and not sure about your faith, come to me. I'll be happy to share what I know, tell you a little more about my testimony, even the more recent part of it and I'll be happy to get you answers for the questions I don't know. And I'll always pray for you. If you ever need prayer, just shoot me an email.
Saturday, May 31, 2014
Bridget Jones & Relationships
Have you ever seen "Bridget Jones:The Edge of Reason"?
If not, you're missing out. I love this movie. Bridget Jones, played by Renee Zellweger, is a real woman. She's sometimes a misled woman who is completely out of her league with her new boyfriend, Mark Darcy is a lawyer who is in a different class. He's stiff and not at all like her. They make a cute couple.
Honestly, sometimes I feel like Bridget Jones. I feel like the American version of her. I wish had such an awesome accent. I'd love to live in London too. I'm actually hoping one day to move there. Anyway, she's complicated, a little pudgy and completely out of her league. One of my favorite parts is when she is getting out of bed, she wears a sheet. He asks her what she's doing and she tells him she doesn't want him to see her wobbly bits. He then tells her he loves her wobbly bits. So she immediately gains confidence. Super cute. I love that part. The whole movie is filled with her making simple mistakes, and funny things that happen to her. Like her lying about being able to ski, and she gets stuck on the ski lift. Her messing up her makeup to go into a room full of people who her boyfriend works with. Hilarious. I love her attitude. It's classic me.
I always feel like that I'm out of my league. I feel out of place, I feel confused sometimes on where I belong. I understand how it feels. I'm always going to be different. I'm always going to be that girl. I'm always going to be Bridget Jones. I have been in a lot of the same situations as she was. I've been in that relationship she was in. I forced it into what I wanted it to be instead of what it was. I'm good at doing that. Forcing issues, forcing relationships.
I've recently been cleaning out the basement. I found a lot of things from my wedding. It makes me nostalgic for those times, when we were happy. Oh, don't get me wrong, I don't miss him at all. It was the best thing that ever happened to me, a giant burden was lifted when we separated. I just remember the feeling she has in the movie. I wanted to get married. I thought it was all that mattered in the relationship. I wish I would have made it a little less important and focused on myself a little more. This reason, is exactly why I haven't entered into a serious relationship. I'm positive that I'm not happy with me, and if I'm not happy with me, I definitely can't be happy with someone else.
It took me a very long time to come to this realization. As soon as we were separated, I thought I needed someone else in my life. I didn't think I could be alone and be me. I went through a lot of issues, depression, a lot of crying. I know it's sad, and I hate that I wasted that much time on that person. I do hate that I wasted time, but I have not 1 regret. If I hadn't experienced what I did, then I wouldn't be who I am. I've been the Bridget Jones who wears a comforter, checking messages, eating ice cream and crying. I've been that sad pathetic girl. After that, I refused to be that girl anymore.
Just like now in my life. I've decided that I'm not that girl anymore who eats whatever she wants. The only person I'm hurting is myself. I can decide what path I take.
I'm very thankful that I haven't been arrested like she was. That's one thing I'll pass on. Especially in a Thailand jail.
We're all Bridget Jones in some way. We just need to find our confidence.
Phat Fat Chick
If not, you're missing out. I love this movie. Bridget Jones, played by Renee Zellweger, is a real woman. She's sometimes a misled woman who is completely out of her league with her new boyfriend, Mark Darcy is a lawyer who is in a different class. He's stiff and not at all like her. They make a cute couple.
Honestly, sometimes I feel like Bridget Jones. I feel like the American version of her. I wish had such an awesome accent. I'd love to live in London too. I'm actually hoping one day to move there. Anyway, she's complicated, a little pudgy and completely out of her league. One of my favorite parts is when she is getting out of bed, she wears a sheet. He asks her what she's doing and she tells him she doesn't want him to see her wobbly bits. He then tells her he loves her wobbly bits. So she immediately gains confidence. Super cute. I love that part. The whole movie is filled with her making simple mistakes, and funny things that happen to her. Like her lying about being able to ski, and she gets stuck on the ski lift. Her messing up her makeup to go into a room full of people who her boyfriend works with. Hilarious. I love her attitude. It's classic me.
I always feel like that I'm out of my league. I feel out of place, I feel confused sometimes on where I belong. I understand how it feels. I'm always going to be different. I'm always going to be that girl. I'm always going to be Bridget Jones. I have been in a lot of the same situations as she was. I've been in that relationship she was in. I forced it into what I wanted it to be instead of what it was. I'm good at doing that. Forcing issues, forcing relationships.
I've recently been cleaning out the basement. I found a lot of things from my wedding. It makes me nostalgic for those times, when we were happy. Oh, don't get me wrong, I don't miss him at all. It was the best thing that ever happened to me, a giant burden was lifted when we separated. I just remember the feeling she has in the movie. I wanted to get married. I thought it was all that mattered in the relationship. I wish I would have made it a little less important and focused on myself a little more. This reason, is exactly why I haven't entered into a serious relationship. I'm positive that I'm not happy with me, and if I'm not happy with me, I definitely can't be happy with someone else.
It took me a very long time to come to this realization. As soon as we were separated, I thought I needed someone else in my life. I didn't think I could be alone and be me. I went through a lot of issues, depression, a lot of crying. I know it's sad, and I hate that I wasted that much time on that person. I do hate that I wasted time, but I have not 1 regret. If I hadn't experienced what I did, then I wouldn't be who I am. I've been the Bridget Jones who wears a comforter, checking messages, eating ice cream and crying. I've been that sad pathetic girl. After that, I refused to be that girl anymore.
Just like now in my life. I've decided that I'm not that girl anymore who eats whatever she wants. The only person I'm hurting is myself. I can decide what path I take.
I'm very thankful that I haven't been arrested like she was. That's one thing I'll pass on. Especially in a Thailand jail.
We're all Bridget Jones in some way. We just need to find our confidence.
Phat Fat Chick
Friday, May 30, 2014
Mirror, Mirror...I hate my evil twin
Mirror, Mirror on the wall, why do you make me look so fat?
Have you ever stood in front of a mirror, fully clothed or otherwise and wondered why the mirror added so many pounds that you didn't have five minutes ago?
Seriously. In my house there is a mirror that is sometimes my best friend and I feel like I'm Snow White and sometimes, I feel like the evil queen. It's like it chooses certain days to make me look fatter. It's a trick mirror. It's about 3 ft wide and 4 ft tall. It sits right at the end of the hallway, so I pass it a hundred times a day. I think it waits for me to be in a bad mood and make me look fatter just to irritate me. And when I'm in a good mood, it makes me feel pretty to make my day go that much better. I've seen some evil trick mirrors like this one before. Playing mind games to throw me off, to make sure I don't have too much confidence in my appearance. Sometimes I look at myself when I'm working out, and I think it's playing with me too. Sometimes it's polite and waves, and sometimes it's got this awful deceiving grin, like, "Hey girl, you look so awful doing that dance there. Stop, you're embarrassing me" Sometimes I find myself strategically planning my place to be sure that the evil mirror doesn't see me. The whole front wall and side wall is covered, so of course it can see me. So how do you deal with these trick mirrors? Take them down? Hide? Never look at yourself?
I've tried all of that. I still hide. As I just told you. It's not even a conscious decision to do so, I just do it, to protect myself. Like when I get out of the shower, there's three mirrors staring at me. It freaks me out. It's a completely different person standing there staring at me, judging my appearance. I have to cover up before brushing my hair because I feel those degrading eyes. I feel those looks, I feel the hatred. I feel it all coming to a boil and I don't want to hear it.
I used to think it was easily changed, write a note on the mirror to that nasty girl who makes comments about me, tell her where she can stick it. I thought I could just stand up to her. I thought I could say, "Hey, You go pick on someone else, I'm not having it." She's harder to get rid of than you think. She's always there. Staring and judging. You can go to any mirror and she's always there. The evil twin. She makes me into a mirror pariah. She shuns me, she is always in a state of disgust.
I've tried covering her up. Closing my eyes, hoping she won't ask me why I can't look at her. I try to turn away from her, but it's like a train wreck. You want to stop looking, but you just can turn your eyes away. I think she waits like a cat, waiting to pounce. I wish she was easier to sway. I wish she was easier to bring her to the light. I wish she would stop criticizing me. I wish I would stop criticizing me. I wish I would stop with the dirty looks at my self. There is no trick to a mirror, only a mind trick to the person who is using it.
My mind is constantly going. It's hard to turn off. I always have ideas and things on my mind. When I walk up to a mirror, I immediately find everything that's wrong with my face, hair and whatever I can see in that mirror. Why is my hair so brown? Why is my face so fat? Why is my hair not straight? Why am I so ugly?
It's sad. It's sad that I know I'm not the only one with this evil twin. I wish I could make every girl in the world tackle and beat the crap out of her evil twin and stand up with confidence and know that she is beautiful. We are beautiful, no matter what. It's just never that easy to tell ourselves that and a lot of times, not easy to tell another woman that. We walk in front of a mirror and see everything that we feel is wrong with us, and to make our own egos float again, sometimes we tear down another woman, who did the same thing 10 minutes ago. It's a vicious circle. If we're not doing it to each other, men are doing it to us. Someone is doing it to us or we're doing it to someone else.
I just read an article about the Victoria Secret's swimsuit catalog. It talked about the amazing bodies these women in there have and how awful the bathing suits looked on them. The bathing suits are made to be small. They're made to show more than women probably should show. Honestly, if you're comfortable showing it off, show it off. More power to you. I wish I had that confidence. I wish I could let people take pictures of me and not be so Amish. Yea. I said Amish. I hate having pictures of myself, and I've thought about making a sign to hold up that says "NO Pictures please". Those women in that catalog, worked very hard to be where they are. People think modeling is easy, and it's all fun, but those girls are picked on like 100 times worse than a normal woman. Their modeling agencies usually have a weight clause, pregnancy clause and other crazy things they are not allowed to do. And if they are too fat, they don't get paid. It's a tough world for those skinny heifers. I know I just called them skinny cows. Ha. Maybe they eat a lot of skinny cow ice cream. Which is pretty good, by the way. Back to that article, the woman was a mom. And obviously struggling with post baby weight and was intimidated by these women. I'm intimidated by them. The world perceives women as what they should be not as what they are, but that's another post in itself. I'm intimidated by them, but I think it's awesome they can have barely any clothes on, and feel proud. I wish that evil twin would let me do that sometimes. I'm betting some of those girls have an evil twin too. The next time you look in a mirror, think about that evil twin and tell her to shove it. I'm about to get ready for bed, and I think I'll have a stern talking to her tonight. At least until the morning, then she'll peer her evil judging eyes back at me.
Phat Fat Chick...
Have you ever stood in front of a mirror, fully clothed or otherwise and wondered why the mirror added so many pounds that you didn't have five minutes ago?
Seriously. In my house there is a mirror that is sometimes my best friend and I feel like I'm Snow White and sometimes, I feel like the evil queen. It's like it chooses certain days to make me look fatter. It's a trick mirror. It's about 3 ft wide and 4 ft tall. It sits right at the end of the hallway, so I pass it a hundred times a day. I think it waits for me to be in a bad mood and make me look fatter just to irritate me. And when I'm in a good mood, it makes me feel pretty to make my day go that much better. I've seen some evil trick mirrors like this one before. Playing mind games to throw me off, to make sure I don't have too much confidence in my appearance. Sometimes I look at myself when I'm working out, and I think it's playing with me too. Sometimes it's polite and waves, and sometimes it's got this awful deceiving grin, like, "Hey girl, you look so awful doing that dance there. Stop, you're embarrassing me" Sometimes I find myself strategically planning my place to be sure that the evil mirror doesn't see me. The whole front wall and side wall is covered, so of course it can see me. So how do you deal with these trick mirrors? Take them down? Hide? Never look at yourself?
I've tried all of that. I still hide. As I just told you. It's not even a conscious decision to do so, I just do it, to protect myself. Like when I get out of the shower, there's three mirrors staring at me. It freaks me out. It's a completely different person standing there staring at me, judging my appearance. I have to cover up before brushing my hair because I feel those degrading eyes. I feel those looks, I feel the hatred. I feel it all coming to a boil and I don't want to hear it.
I used to think it was easily changed, write a note on the mirror to that nasty girl who makes comments about me, tell her where she can stick it. I thought I could just stand up to her. I thought I could say, "Hey, You go pick on someone else, I'm not having it." She's harder to get rid of than you think. She's always there. Staring and judging. You can go to any mirror and she's always there. The evil twin. She makes me into a mirror pariah. She shuns me, she is always in a state of disgust.
I've tried covering her up. Closing my eyes, hoping she won't ask me why I can't look at her. I try to turn away from her, but it's like a train wreck. You want to stop looking, but you just can turn your eyes away. I think she waits like a cat, waiting to pounce. I wish she was easier to sway. I wish she was easier to bring her to the light. I wish she would stop criticizing me. I wish I would stop criticizing me. I wish I would stop with the dirty looks at my self. There is no trick to a mirror, only a mind trick to the person who is using it.
My mind is constantly going. It's hard to turn off. I always have ideas and things on my mind. When I walk up to a mirror, I immediately find everything that's wrong with my face, hair and whatever I can see in that mirror. Why is my hair so brown? Why is my face so fat? Why is my hair not straight? Why am I so ugly?
It's sad. It's sad that I know I'm not the only one with this evil twin. I wish I could make every girl in the world tackle and beat the crap out of her evil twin and stand up with confidence and know that she is beautiful. We are beautiful, no matter what. It's just never that easy to tell ourselves that and a lot of times, not easy to tell another woman that. We walk in front of a mirror and see everything that we feel is wrong with us, and to make our own egos float again, sometimes we tear down another woman, who did the same thing 10 minutes ago. It's a vicious circle. If we're not doing it to each other, men are doing it to us. Someone is doing it to us or we're doing it to someone else.
I just read an article about the Victoria Secret's swimsuit catalog. It talked about the amazing bodies these women in there have and how awful the bathing suits looked on them. The bathing suits are made to be small. They're made to show more than women probably should show. Honestly, if you're comfortable showing it off, show it off. More power to you. I wish I had that confidence. I wish I could let people take pictures of me and not be so Amish. Yea. I said Amish. I hate having pictures of myself, and I've thought about making a sign to hold up that says "NO Pictures please". Those women in that catalog, worked very hard to be where they are. People think modeling is easy, and it's all fun, but those girls are picked on like 100 times worse than a normal woman. Their modeling agencies usually have a weight clause, pregnancy clause and other crazy things they are not allowed to do. And if they are too fat, they don't get paid. It's a tough world for those skinny heifers. I know I just called them skinny cows. Ha. Maybe they eat a lot of skinny cow ice cream. Which is pretty good, by the way. Back to that article, the woman was a mom. And obviously struggling with post baby weight and was intimidated by these women. I'm intimidated by them. The world perceives women as what they should be not as what they are, but that's another post in itself. I'm intimidated by them, but I think it's awesome they can have barely any clothes on, and feel proud. I wish that evil twin would let me do that sometimes. I'm betting some of those girls have an evil twin too. The next time you look in a mirror, think about that evil twin and tell her to shove it. I'm about to get ready for bed, and I think I'll have a stern talking to her tonight. At least until the morning, then she'll peer her evil judging eyes back at me.
Phat Fat Chick...
Wednesday, May 28, 2014
I love my best friend & first place memories...
If you're my Facebook friend, you may have seen the unfortunate event that happened to me at Angels of Assisi on Saturday. I'm still a little devastated from the outcome of that event and I really wish things would have worked out. I know I need to get on track to weight loss, and I promise I will, but I needed to say something first.
I love my best friend, Valentine. I have been lucky enough to have her in my life for the past 5 almost 6 years, and I wouldn't trade a single day. Saturday, I was hot, irritated at the situation, and I said things to her when we got in the car about how she was a bad dog. She's not and I regret it. I was just so upset and I took it out on her when I should have taken it out on the lady who caused part of the problem and myself for being so silly. This dog is a lot of my life. I do a lot to please her and make sure she is happy. She's my child. I get upset when someone talks about her and I don't like it when people don't like her. I think everyone should like. She's adorable. Duh! So I need to apologize to the best, sweetest girl. Even though she can't read my blog, her doggie computer is on the fritz, I just had to put that out there.
Back to regularly scheduled writing:
Some of you don't know me really well. So I thought I'd share some of my previous weight loss success stories and my future plans...
When I was about 12, I was a big girl for my age. As I've said, I've always been big. I walked about 3 miles a day and lost a ton of weight. I was the fittest I've ever been. I could blame my mom and dad for making me gain weight, but I was 12, I wanted junk food. SO of course I gained all of my weight back, and then some.
When I was getting ready to head to Liberty when I was 21, I actually lost 60 pounds. I was doing great. I started going to a group at my church called First Place. It was a bible study group and we had weight loss along with it. I honestly miss those ladies sometime so much. I see them at church now, and I really regret the church wasn't able to keep the group going. I loved the fellowship, bible study and just them in general. I'm a group person. I love to be in group settings. I love to talk in groups, some people would say that is not true, if you've ever talked to me in some groups, I just have to feel comfortable and unjudged. Sometimes that's a hard thing to do and I'm getting better at coping.
When I was about 26, I found another church group, that was doing Bod 4 God. Great book and I'm friends with the author on Facebook, who is a great man, and very inspirational pastor. He's got great information on his page about his book and I'd be happy to let anyone read my copy. I lost about 30 pounds.
The point of this post, I do weight loss in a group setting a lot better than I do in a single only me setting. I've tried to get my dad on track with me and he just gets tired of it after a while and it makes me derail with him. Honestly, I know weight watchers works for some, but I'm not paying $12-$15 a week for someone to talk to me about how to lose weight. I've done enough research, I know what foods to eat and I know how to do it, I just need the support of a group to do it. It makes it easier for my mind frame.
Why does a group weight loss setting help me? Honestly, it's about embarrassment. I don't want to be that one that doesn't lose weight when everyone else does. I never wanted to be the one that had to say she gained weight. It shakes me to my core. I remember before starting First Place the first bible study group, I'd go to McDonalds during my lunch, get two double cheeseburgers, large french fries and a large sweet tea. I know it's sad. I know it's awful and stereotypical of a fat person. I couldn't help it. I stress eat. I eat when I'm happy. I eat when I'm sad. I eat when I feel anything. It's my natural reaction to food. I love it. I love McDonalds, I still do. I love sweet tea. It's addicting for me. I know it's pathetic. I know I shouldn't go there. I know. It doesn't helping knowing and not knowing how to stop it. I can detox all I want, I can cleanse, but it's in me to want those things. In a group setting, fear sets in. I can shut those cravings off. I have the willpower and groups bring it out in me. I'm super duper competitive. I hate losing. Ask my nephews. Aunt Manta can sometimes be a little crazy at basketball games or any sporting event usually. I love winning. I love being that person that everyone envies because she lost 10 pounds. Or just because I lost weight period. I love the gratification of other people telling you how awesome you are because you've gotten one step closer to your goal.
I loved the way the leader of First Place set it up. It was a good motivator. We all had cards that we had filled out with our information. Each week, we all got new motivational partners. We were supposed to email them or call them and talk to that person, find out if they're struggling or if they just needed someone to talk to. It worked well for me. I had some great friends come out of that situation. I think it was awesome. I loved having someone ask me about my week. It's similar to having a sponsor for alcoholics. I mean, that person is who you're supposed to call if you wanted to eat a donut and you've already had 3. Or just because you needed someone to talk you out of driving to McDonalds for a 5 happy meal dinner. I think it works. I think it helps. I believe that those women holding you accountable is a great way to keep you on track. It's a great way to connect to. You didn't have to talk about food, you could just talk about your week. We had to track our food on sheets of paper and you could just ask how they're tracking was. It was a great feeling.
I remember the first time I stepped on the scale at First Place. When I saw that number come up, I wanted to cry. It's the reason I haven't stepped on a scale recently. I'm afraid I'll cry and it's not even about weight necessarily for me. I want to be fit, toned and skinnier, but my weight is necessarily relevant to that. I remember thinking "Amanda, you're a monster. You could totally squish a person right now with your body weight". I was right. I did something about it then and I will do something about it now.
I've looked online trying to find another group and the closest one is in Fincastle. That's not acceptable for me. SO I'm in the process of trying to find a meeting place to hold a weight loss group. It won't be super formal, it'll be a weigh-in every week thing, and it'll be self tracked in a notebook that will be held with me. I'm not going to read your weight, I've got my own issues to worry about, but it will be filled with advice, and filled with helpful hints. I know of some great nutritionists that would love to come speak and help us. So hang in there, I'm working on it. I just need to work out the complete details. It'll happen though, if I have to do it here at my house. We're doing it! So pay attention, news coming soon!
Phat Fat Chick
I love my best friend, Valentine. I have been lucky enough to have her in my life for the past 5 almost 6 years, and I wouldn't trade a single day. Saturday, I was hot, irritated at the situation, and I said things to her when we got in the car about how she was a bad dog. She's not and I regret it. I was just so upset and I took it out on her when I should have taken it out on the lady who caused part of the problem and myself for being so silly. This dog is a lot of my life. I do a lot to please her and make sure she is happy. She's my child. I get upset when someone talks about her and I don't like it when people don't like her. I think everyone should like. She's adorable. Duh! So I need to apologize to the best, sweetest girl. Even though she can't read my blog, her doggie computer is on the fritz, I just had to put that out there.
Back to regularly scheduled writing:
Some of you don't know me really well. So I thought I'd share some of my previous weight loss success stories and my future plans...
When I was about 12, I was a big girl for my age. As I've said, I've always been big. I walked about 3 miles a day and lost a ton of weight. I was the fittest I've ever been. I could blame my mom and dad for making me gain weight, but I was 12, I wanted junk food. SO of course I gained all of my weight back, and then some.
When I was getting ready to head to Liberty when I was 21, I actually lost 60 pounds. I was doing great. I started going to a group at my church called First Place. It was a bible study group and we had weight loss along with it. I honestly miss those ladies sometime so much. I see them at church now, and I really regret the church wasn't able to keep the group going. I loved the fellowship, bible study and just them in general. I'm a group person. I love to be in group settings. I love to talk in groups, some people would say that is not true, if you've ever talked to me in some groups, I just have to feel comfortable and unjudged. Sometimes that's a hard thing to do and I'm getting better at coping.
When I was about 26, I found another church group, that was doing Bod 4 God. Great book and I'm friends with the author on Facebook, who is a great man, and very inspirational pastor. He's got great information on his page about his book and I'd be happy to let anyone read my copy. I lost about 30 pounds.
The point of this post, I do weight loss in a group setting a lot better than I do in a single only me setting. I've tried to get my dad on track with me and he just gets tired of it after a while and it makes me derail with him. Honestly, I know weight watchers works for some, but I'm not paying $12-$15 a week for someone to talk to me about how to lose weight. I've done enough research, I know what foods to eat and I know how to do it, I just need the support of a group to do it. It makes it easier for my mind frame.
Why does a group weight loss setting help me? Honestly, it's about embarrassment. I don't want to be that one that doesn't lose weight when everyone else does. I never wanted to be the one that had to say she gained weight. It shakes me to my core. I remember before starting First Place the first bible study group, I'd go to McDonalds during my lunch, get two double cheeseburgers, large french fries and a large sweet tea. I know it's sad. I know it's awful and stereotypical of a fat person. I couldn't help it. I stress eat. I eat when I'm happy. I eat when I'm sad. I eat when I feel anything. It's my natural reaction to food. I love it. I love McDonalds, I still do. I love sweet tea. It's addicting for me. I know it's pathetic. I know I shouldn't go there. I know. It doesn't helping knowing and not knowing how to stop it. I can detox all I want, I can cleanse, but it's in me to want those things. In a group setting, fear sets in. I can shut those cravings off. I have the willpower and groups bring it out in me. I'm super duper competitive. I hate losing. Ask my nephews. Aunt Manta can sometimes be a little crazy at basketball games or any sporting event usually. I love winning. I love being that person that everyone envies because she lost 10 pounds. Or just because I lost weight period. I love the gratification of other people telling you how awesome you are because you've gotten one step closer to your goal.
I loved the way the leader of First Place set it up. It was a good motivator. We all had cards that we had filled out with our information. Each week, we all got new motivational partners. We were supposed to email them or call them and talk to that person, find out if they're struggling or if they just needed someone to talk to. It worked well for me. I had some great friends come out of that situation. I think it was awesome. I loved having someone ask me about my week. It's similar to having a sponsor for alcoholics. I mean, that person is who you're supposed to call if you wanted to eat a donut and you've already had 3. Or just because you needed someone to talk you out of driving to McDonalds for a 5 happy meal dinner. I think it works. I think it helps. I believe that those women holding you accountable is a great way to keep you on track. It's a great way to connect to. You didn't have to talk about food, you could just talk about your week. We had to track our food on sheets of paper and you could just ask how they're tracking was. It was a great feeling.
I remember the first time I stepped on the scale at First Place. When I saw that number come up, I wanted to cry. It's the reason I haven't stepped on a scale recently. I'm afraid I'll cry and it's not even about weight necessarily for me. I want to be fit, toned and skinnier, but my weight is necessarily relevant to that. I remember thinking "Amanda, you're a monster. You could totally squish a person right now with your body weight". I was right. I did something about it then and I will do something about it now.
I've looked online trying to find another group and the closest one is in Fincastle. That's not acceptable for me. SO I'm in the process of trying to find a meeting place to hold a weight loss group. It won't be super formal, it'll be a weigh-in every week thing, and it'll be self tracked in a notebook that will be held with me. I'm not going to read your weight, I've got my own issues to worry about, but it will be filled with advice, and filled with helpful hints. I know of some great nutritionists that would love to come speak and help us. So hang in there, I'm working on it. I just need to work out the complete details. It'll happen though, if I have to do it here at my house. We're doing it! So pay attention, news coming soon!
Phat Fat Chick
Tuesday, May 27, 2014
The Commodores have no idea what a real woman is...
Sorry it's been a few days since I've written. The holiday came up on me and I got so busy. I'm sorry if you've missed me. I'll try not to miss so many days again! ;-)
My mom loves the song Brickhouse. Who doesn't? It's a super catchy song and I never really listened to the lyrics until tonight. I knew the song was about a girl with a killer body, that's just common sense...I just never inspected the lyrics, and processed what it meant.
Here are the lyrics incase you don't know them:
I like the lyrics. All up until he says her measurements. 36-24-36, the perfect woman. I'd love to be that size. I never will be. My body is bountifully blessed in certain areas that my personal frame wouldn't handle these measurements. Does this mean I'm not a brickhouse?? Uh no.
I'm a brickhouse in my own right. No, none of the lyrics in the song apply to me. I suppose I am mighty, mighty like a mighty kids meal at Mcdonald's. Full of fun, a little pricey and more to love than a normal happy meal. I am killer at other things though. I haven't had a song written about me though, maybe someday in the future that could happen. I need to make that happen. I know, back on track. I am a super artsy person. Honestly, I've never done many art things I wasn't really good at. I know a little bragging, but that never hurt anyone. I love drawing, painting, sewing, crocheting, knitting, spinning, and I can just keep going on and on. I'm a great talker. I'm a brickhouse at that. I'm good at different things, I'm just not a perfect brickhouse body....yet. (Or at least close to my personal brickhouse body goal)
I am definitely proud of who I am. I have done a lot in my life. I've been married & divorced. I've been all over the world. I've met amazing people and I'm still meeting them everyday. I remember in the movie Pride and Prejudice they talk about an accomplished woman. I feel I'm accomplished. I'm happy with where I am at this point. Weight wise, no, I'm not. I looked at myself in a picture yesterday, and it makes me sad. I know, no pity parties. I didn't throw myself a pity party, it made me work that much harder today in dance class. I wasn't feeling the greatest this morning, I had swimmer's ear, I had a horrible headache, but every time I wanted to give up and go sit in the lobby for a few minutes, I kept trucking on. I know I need to keep pushing through. I was miserable this morning when I woke up. I missed a few days last week with the holiday, working on organizing my craft room(that's a job in itself), so I knew today, I definitely needed to get there. SO I went, fought through the pain. I love the idea of being able to go even when I'm sick. After I was done, my swimmer's ear had stopped bothering me, the medicine finally worked, and I still had a headache, but I felt amazing.
So I'm one step closer to my goal. I'm one step closer to overcoming those feelings when I don't want to get up and go workout, because I love every minute of the hour. For those who are fighting the same issues I am, while I'm still working on losing weight, I found some amazing clothing designers for plus size women's clothes.
First: And maybe my next post, I'll rant about the sizing chart she uses. It's definitely a little disturbing for me. It's cheap for a great dress too!
http://www.ashleynelltipton.com/
Second:
http://www.swakdesigns.com (Cami pictured is from them)
Super cute clothes from both of these designers!
Phat Fat Chick
Read more at http://www.songlyrics.com/the-commodores/brick-house-lyrics/#mTaB3QKAOSwKC58R.99
Read more at http://www.songlyrics.com/the-commodores/brick-house-lyrics/#mTaB3QKAOSwKC58R.99
Read more at http://www.songlyrics.com/the-commodores/brick-house-lyrics/#mTaB3QKAOSwKC58R.99
Read more at http://www.songlyrics.com/the-commodores/brick-house-lyrics/#mTaB3QKAOSwKC58R.99
My mom loves the song Brickhouse. Who doesn't? It's a super catchy song and I never really listened to the lyrics until tonight. I knew the song was about a girl with a killer body, that's just common sense...I just never inspected the lyrics, and processed what it meant.
Here are the lyrics incase you don't know them:
She's a brick house, she's mighty mighty
And just lettin' it all hang out and she's a brick house
And like lady's stacked and that's the fact
Ain't holding nothing back, she's a brick house
We're here together everybody knows
This is how the story goes
And just lettin' it all hang out and she's a brick house
And like lady's stacked and that's the fact
Ain't holding nothing back, she's a brick house
We're here together everybody knows
This is how the story goes
She knows she's got everything
That a woman needs to get a man
How can she lose with the sex she use
36-24-36, what a winning hand
That a woman needs to get a man
How can she lose with the sex she use
36-24-36, what a winning hand
She's a brick house, she's mighty mighty
And she's lettin' it all hang out and she's a brick house
And like lady's stacked and that's the fact
Ain't holding nothing back she's a brick house
Yeah she's the one, the only one built like an Amazon
And she's lettin' it all hang out and she's a brick house
And like lady's stacked and that's the fact
Ain't holding nothing back she's a brick house
Yeah she's the one, the only one built like an Amazon
The clothes she wears, her sexy ways
Make a old man wish for younger days
She knows she's built and knows how to please
Sure enough to knock a strong man to his knees
Make a old man wish for younger days
She knows she's built and knows how to please
Sure enough to knock a strong man to his knees
'Cause she's a brick house yeah she's mighty mighty
Just lettin' it all hang out a brick house
And like lady's stacked and that's the fact
Ain't holding nothing back
Just lettin' it all hang out a brick house
And like lady's stacked and that's the fact
Ain't holding nothing back
Brick house yeah she's mighty mighty
And just lettin' it all hang out
Brick house yeah she's the one the only one
Built like a Amazon yeah
And just lettin' it all hang out
Brick house yeah she's the one the only one
Built like a Amazon yeah
Shake it down, shake it down, shake it down
Oh well brick house
Oh well brick house
I like the lyrics. All up until he says her measurements. 36-24-36, the perfect woman. I'd love to be that size. I never will be. My body is bountifully blessed in certain areas that my personal frame wouldn't handle these measurements. Does this mean I'm not a brickhouse?? Uh no.
I'm a brickhouse in my own right. No, none of the lyrics in the song apply to me. I suppose I am mighty, mighty like a mighty kids meal at Mcdonald's. Full of fun, a little pricey and more to love than a normal happy meal. I am killer at other things though. I haven't had a song written about me though, maybe someday in the future that could happen. I need to make that happen. I know, back on track. I am a super artsy person. Honestly, I've never done many art things I wasn't really good at. I know a little bragging, but that never hurt anyone. I love drawing, painting, sewing, crocheting, knitting, spinning, and I can just keep going on and on. I'm a great talker. I'm a brickhouse at that. I'm good at different things, I'm just not a perfect brickhouse body....yet. (Or at least close to my personal brickhouse body goal)
I am definitely proud of who I am. I have done a lot in my life. I've been married & divorced. I've been all over the world. I've met amazing people and I'm still meeting them everyday. I remember in the movie Pride and Prejudice they talk about an accomplished woman. I feel I'm accomplished. I'm happy with where I am at this point. Weight wise, no, I'm not. I looked at myself in a picture yesterday, and it makes me sad. I know, no pity parties. I didn't throw myself a pity party, it made me work that much harder today in dance class. I wasn't feeling the greatest this morning, I had swimmer's ear, I had a horrible headache, but every time I wanted to give up and go sit in the lobby for a few minutes, I kept trucking on. I know I need to keep pushing through. I was miserable this morning when I woke up. I missed a few days last week with the holiday, working on organizing my craft room(that's a job in itself), so I knew today, I definitely needed to get there. SO I went, fought through the pain. I love the idea of being able to go even when I'm sick. After I was done, my swimmer's ear had stopped bothering me, the medicine finally worked, and I still had a headache, but I felt amazing.
So I'm one step closer to my goal. I'm one step closer to overcoming those feelings when I don't want to get up and go workout, because I love every minute of the hour. For those who are fighting the same issues I am, while I'm still working on losing weight, I found some amazing clothing designers for plus size women's clothes.
First: And maybe my next post, I'll rant about the sizing chart she uses. It's definitely a little disturbing for me. It's cheap for a great dress too!
http://www.ashleynelltipton.com/
Second:
http://www.swakdesigns.com (Cami pictured is from them)
Super cute clothes from both of these designers!
Phat Fat Chick
She's a brick house
She's mighty mighty
Just lettin' it all hang out
She's a brick house
I like lady's stacked and that's a fact
Ain't holding nothing back
She's a brick house
Well we're together, everybody knows
This is how here's how the story goes
She knows she got everything
A woman needs to get a man, yeah
How can she lose with what she use?
36-24-36, what a winning hand
'Cause he's a brick house
She's mighty mighty
Just lettin' it all hang out
She's a brick house
I like lady's stacked and that's a fact
Ain't holding nothing back
She's a brick house
Yeah, she's the one, the only one
Built like an Amazon
The clothes she wears, the sexy ways
Make an old man wish for younger days, yeah
She knows she's built and knows how to please
Sure enough to knock a strong man to his knees
'Cause she's a brick house
Yeah, she's mighty mighty
Just lettin' it all hang out
Brick house
I like lady's stacked and that's a fact
Ain't holding nothing back
Shake it down, shake it down now
Shake it down, shake it down now
Shake it down, shake it down now
Shake it down, shake it down
Shake it down, shake it down now
Shake it down, shake it down now
Shake it down, shake it down now
Shake it down now
Brick house
Yeah, she's mighty mighty
Just lettin' it all hang out
Brick house
Yeah, she's the one, the only one
Built like an Amazon, yeah
Shake it down, shake it down, shake it down now
Shake it down, shake it down, shake it down now
Shake it down, shake it down, shake it down now
Shake it down, shake it down, shake it, shake it
Shake it down, shake it down, shake it down now
Shake it down, shake it down, shake it down now
Shake it down, shake it down, shake it down now
Shake it down, shake it down, shake it
I want a brick house
She's mighty mighty
Just lettin' it all hang out
She's a brick house
I like lady's stacked and that's a fact
Ain't holding nothing back
She's a brick house
Well we're together, everybody knows
This is how here's how the story goes
She knows she got everything
A woman needs to get a man, yeah
How can she lose with what she use?
36-24-36, what a winning hand
'Cause he's a brick house
She's mighty mighty
Just lettin' it all hang out
She's a brick house
I like lady's stacked and that's a fact
Ain't holding nothing back
She's a brick house
Yeah, she's the one, the only one
Built like an Amazon
The clothes she wears, the sexy ways
Make an old man wish for younger days, yeah
She knows she's built and knows how to please
Sure enough to knock a strong man to his knees
'Cause she's a brick house
Yeah, she's mighty mighty
Just lettin' it all hang out
Brick house
I like lady's stacked and that's a fact
Ain't holding nothing back
Shake it down, shake it down now
Shake it down, shake it down now
Shake it down, shake it down now
Shake it down, shake it down
Shake it down, shake it down now
Shake it down, shake it down now
Shake it down, shake it down now
Shake it down now
Brick house
Yeah, she's mighty mighty
Just lettin' it all hang out
Brick house
Yeah, she's the one, the only one
Built like an Amazon, yeah
Shake it down, shake it down, shake it down now
Shake it down, shake it down, shake it down now
Shake it down, shake it down, shake it down now
Shake it down, shake it down, shake it, shake it
Shake it down, shake it down, shake it down now
Shake it down, shake it down, shake it down now
Shake it down, shake it down, shake it down now
Shake it down, shake it down, shake it
I want a brick house
Read more at http://www.songlyrics.com/the-commodores/brick-house-lyrics/#mTaB3QKAOSwKC58R.99
She's a brick house
She's mighty mighty
Just lettin' it all hang out
She's a brick house
I like lady's stacked and that's a fact
Ain't holding nothing back
She's a brick house
Well we're together, everybody knows
This is how here's how the story goes
She knows she got everything
A woman needs to get a man, yeah
How can she lose with what she use?
36-24-36, what a winning hand
'Cause he's a brick house
She's mighty mighty
Just lettin' it all hang out
She's a brick house
I like lady's stacked and that's a fact
Ain't holding nothing back
She's a brick house
Yeah, she's the one, the only one
Built like an Amazon
The clothes she wears, the sexy ways
Make an old man wish for younger days, yeah
She knows she's built and knows how to please
Sure enough to knock a strong man to his knees
'Cause she's a brick house
Yeah, she's mighty mighty
Just lettin' it all hang out
Brick house
I like lady's stacked and that's a fact
Ain't holding nothing back
Shake it down, shake it down now
Shake it down, shake it down now
Shake it down, shake it down now
Shake it down, shake it down
Shake it down, shake it down now
Shake it down, shake it down now
Shake it down, shake it down now
Shake it down now
Brick house
Yeah, she's mighty mighty
Just lettin' it all hang out
Brick house
Yeah, she's the one, the only one
Built like an Amazon, yeah
Shake it down, shake it down, shake it down now
Shake it down, shake it down, shake it down now
Shake it down, shake it down, shake it down now
Shake it down, shake it down, shake it, shake it
Shake it down, shake it down, shake it down now
Shake it down, shake it down, shake it down now
Shake it down, shake it down, shake it down now
Shake it down, shake it down, shake it
I want a brick house
She's mighty mighty
Just lettin' it all hang out
She's a brick house
I like lady's stacked and that's a fact
Ain't holding nothing back
She's a brick house
Well we're together, everybody knows
This is how here's how the story goes
She knows she got everything
A woman needs to get a man, yeah
How can she lose with what she use?
36-24-36, what a winning hand
'Cause he's a brick house
She's mighty mighty
Just lettin' it all hang out
She's a brick house
I like lady's stacked and that's a fact
Ain't holding nothing back
She's a brick house
Yeah, she's the one, the only one
Built like an Amazon
The clothes she wears, the sexy ways
Make an old man wish for younger days, yeah
She knows she's built and knows how to please
Sure enough to knock a strong man to his knees
'Cause she's a brick house
Yeah, she's mighty mighty
Just lettin' it all hang out
Brick house
I like lady's stacked and that's a fact
Ain't holding nothing back
Shake it down, shake it down now
Shake it down, shake it down now
Shake it down, shake it down now
Shake it down, shake it down
Shake it down, shake it down now
Shake it down, shake it down now
Shake it down, shake it down now
Shake it down now
Brick house
Yeah, she's mighty mighty
Just lettin' it all hang out
Brick house
Yeah, she's the one, the only one
Built like an Amazon, yeah
Shake it down, shake it down, shake it down now
Shake it down, shake it down, shake it down now
Shake it down, shake it down, shake it down now
Shake it down, shake it down, shake it, shake it
Shake it down, shake it down, shake it down now
Shake it down, shake it down, shake it down now
Shake it down, shake it down, shake it down now
Shake it down, shake it down, shake it
I want a brick house
Read more at http://www.songlyrics.com/the-commodores/brick-house-lyrics/#mTaB3QKAOSwKC58R.99
She's a brick house
She's mighty mighty
Just lettin' it all hang out
She's a brick house
I like lady's stacked and that's a fact
Ain't holding nothing back
She's a brick house
Well we're together, everybody knows
This is how here's how the story goes
She knows she got everything
A woman needs to get a man, yeah
How can she lose with what she use?
36-24-36, what a winning hand
'Cause he's a brick house
She's mighty mighty
Just lettin' it all hang out
She's a brick house
I like lady's stacked and that's a fact
Ain't holding nothing back
She's a brick house
Yeah, she's the one, the only one
Built like an Amazon
The clothes she wears, the sexy ways
Make an old man wish for younger days, yeah
She knows she's built and knows how to please
Sure enough to knock a strong man to his knees
'Cause she's a brick house
Yeah, she's mighty mighty
Just lettin' it all hang out
Brick house
I like lady's stacked and that's a fact
Ain't holding nothing back
Shake it down, shake it down now
Shake it down, shake it down now
Shake it down, shake it down now
Shake it down, shake it down
Shake it down, shake it down now
Shake it down, shake it down now
Shake it down, shake it down now
Shake it down now
Brick house
Yeah, she's mighty mighty
Just lettin' it all hang out
Brick house
Yeah, she's the one, the only one
Built like an Amazon, yeah
Shake it down, shake it down, shake it down now
Shake it down, shake it down, shake it down now
Shake it down, shake it down, shake it down now
Shake it down, shake it down, shake it, shake it
Shake it down, shake it down, shake it down now
Shake it down, shake it down, shake it down now
Shake it down, shake it down, shake it down now
Shake it down, shake it down, shake it
I want a brick house
She's mighty mighty
Just lettin' it all hang out
She's a brick house
I like lady's stacked and that's a fact
Ain't holding nothing back
She's a brick house
Well we're together, everybody knows
This is how here's how the story goes
She knows she got everything
A woman needs to get a man, yeah
How can she lose with what she use?
36-24-36, what a winning hand
'Cause he's a brick house
She's mighty mighty
Just lettin' it all hang out
She's a brick house
I like lady's stacked and that's a fact
Ain't holding nothing back
She's a brick house
Yeah, she's the one, the only one
Built like an Amazon
The clothes she wears, the sexy ways
Make an old man wish for younger days, yeah
She knows she's built and knows how to please
Sure enough to knock a strong man to his knees
'Cause she's a brick house
Yeah, she's mighty mighty
Just lettin' it all hang out
Brick house
I like lady's stacked and that's a fact
Ain't holding nothing back
Shake it down, shake it down now
Shake it down, shake it down now
Shake it down, shake it down now
Shake it down, shake it down
Shake it down, shake it down now
Shake it down, shake it down now
Shake it down, shake it down now
Shake it down now
Brick house
Yeah, she's mighty mighty
Just lettin' it all hang out
Brick house
Yeah, she's the one, the only one
Built like an Amazon, yeah
Shake it down, shake it down, shake it down now
Shake it down, shake it down, shake it down now
Shake it down, shake it down, shake it down now
Shake it down, shake it down, shake it, shake it
Shake it down, shake it down, shake it down now
Shake it down, shake it down, shake it down now
Shake it down, shake it down, shake it down now
Shake it down, shake it down, shake it
I want a brick house
Read more at http://www.songlyrics.com/the-commodores/brick-house-lyrics/#mTaB3QKAOSwKC58R.99
She's a brick house
She's mighty mighty
Just lettin' it all hang out
She's a brick house
I like lady's stacked and that's a fact
Ain't holding nothing back
She's a brick house
Well we're together, everybody knows
This is how here's how the story goes
She knows she got everything
A woman needs to get a man, yeah
How can she lose with what she use?
36-24-36, what a winning hand
'Cause he's a brick house
She's mighty mighty
Just lettin' it all hang out
She's a brick house
I like lady's stacked and that's a fact
Ain't holding nothing back
She's a brick house
Yeah, she's the one, the only one
Built like an Amazon
The clothes she wears, the sexy ways
Make an old man wish for younger days, yeah
She knows she's built and knows how to please
Sure enough to knock a strong man to his knees
'Cause she's a brick house
Yeah, she's mighty mighty
Just lettin' it all hang out
Brick house
I like lady's stacked and that's a fact
Ain't holding nothing back
Shake it down, shake it down now
Shake it down, shake it down now
Shake it down, shake it down now
Shake it down, shake it down
Shake it down, shake it down now
Shake it down, shake it down now
Shake it down, shake it down now
Shake it down now
Brick house
Yeah, she's mighty mighty
Just lettin' it all hang out
Brick house
Yeah, she's the one, the only one
Built like an Amazon, yeah
Shake it down, shake it down, shake it down now
Shake it down, shake it down, shake it down now
Shake it down, shake it down, shake it down now
Shake it down, shake it down, shake it, shake it
Shake it down, shake it down, shake it down now
Shake it down, shake it down, shake it down now
Shake it down, shake it down, shake it down now
Shake it down, shake it down, shake it
I want a brick house
She's mighty mighty
Just lettin' it all hang out
She's a brick house
I like lady's stacked and that's a fact
Ain't holding nothing back
She's a brick house
Well we're together, everybody knows
This is how here's how the story goes
She knows she got everything
A woman needs to get a man, yeah
How can she lose with what she use?
36-24-36, what a winning hand
'Cause he's a brick house
She's mighty mighty
Just lettin' it all hang out
She's a brick house
I like lady's stacked and that's a fact
Ain't holding nothing back
She's a brick house
Yeah, she's the one, the only one
Built like an Amazon
The clothes she wears, the sexy ways
Make an old man wish for younger days, yeah
She knows she's built and knows how to please
Sure enough to knock a strong man to his knees
'Cause she's a brick house
Yeah, she's mighty mighty
Just lettin' it all hang out
Brick house
I like lady's stacked and that's a fact
Ain't holding nothing back
Shake it down, shake it down now
Shake it down, shake it down now
Shake it down, shake it down now
Shake it down, shake it down
Shake it down, shake it down now
Shake it down, shake it down now
Shake it down, shake it down now
Shake it down now
Brick house
Yeah, she's mighty mighty
Just lettin' it all hang out
Brick house
Yeah, she's the one, the only one
Built like an Amazon, yeah
Shake it down, shake it down, shake it down now
Shake it down, shake it down, shake it down now
Shake it down, shake it down, shake it down now
Shake it down, shake it down, shake it, shake it
Shake it down, shake it down, shake it down now
Shake it down, shake it down, shake it down now
Shake it down, shake it down, shake it down now
Shake it down, shake it down, shake it
I want a brick house
Read more at http://www.songlyrics.com/the-commodores/brick-house-lyrics/#mTaB3QKAOSwKC58R.99
Friday, May 23, 2014
Beauty comes in all shapes and sizes...
As I've said before, I read a lot of blogs. I saw this picture floating across the internet.
Meet Ajay Rochester. She's formally a skinnier woman. I've read some awful comments about this picture. All completely unjustified. I have mixed feelings about this picture, but negative comments are not worthy of repeating. Some were downright awful.
First before I get any further, let me say, her confidence is amazing. I would never have the self esteem at my size to wear a bikini in public. I just am not there personally. The fact she can, I'm very intrigued and proud of her. And I think she's beautiful. Her personality shines in her confidence and makes her that much more beautiful.
So let's start with the first thing I thought of when I saw this picture...
I love the bathing suit. I personally don't like to be that exposed in my chest area, I don't wear tops that are cut that way for a reason. I feel over exposed and uncomfortable. She's totally rockin' it. It's probably not the most flattering bikini, but she's gettin' it. She's standing up for her right to wear a bikini. There are no laws that say that bigger people can't wear what they want. She's saying "Big is beautiful" and it is. We all need to rely a little more on people's personalities, than their looks. It's the age old saying. We all say to do that, yet all of us at some point have judged someone. It's in our human nature. I am very proud of her courage. She has more than I would, more than a lot of us would.
Ok, now to the next view I had...She's saying it's ok to be "overweight". Don't make that face.
I know it seems a little immature to think that, but she is. She's bigger and she's happy, but is she healthy? I'm happy, I'm bigger, but I'm not healthy. I can sit here and say, I'm fat and proud, I'm not. I'm not healthy. I'm not going to be able to survive at this rate. Diabetes running on both sides of my bloodlines, I'm destined to be a diabetic unless I make changes. I'm destined to have high blood pressure. I'm destined to be a candidate for stroke. That's not healthy. That's not ok. I don't want that life. I don't want to be paralyzed, lose legs, have health issues just because I can't control my eating patterns. I'm thankful for her standing up for fat equality, but I'm also upset that it seems to be a version of acceptance. You shouldn't accept yourself as unhealthy. I don't accept the path I was on. I will not be another stereotypical overweight woman. I will not be a stereotypical anything. I just feel that showing herself unhealthy, isn't helping anyone. If she was healthy, working out every day, and toning her body, eating healthy and couldn't lose weight for health reasons like a thyroid, I'd get it. I just feel saying it's ok to compromise your health for food, is just not the picture we should be sharing with the world.
I know some people may think that I'm missing the point of the picture. I'm not. I get it. I'm thankful a larger woman can show others how beautiful we really are. I'm amazed by her confidence, and her spunk. I think it's amazing a woman like her has the career she does and she is on the fast track to a bigger one. It's amazing. I'm sure she's heard snickers and laughs behind her as she's worn that bikini. I'm sure it's hurtful. I couldn't imagine. So more power to you if you have that thick armadillo skin, I just don't.
Congrats Ajay Rochester. You're doing amazing things. Keep it up.
Phat Fat Chick
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