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<b> </b>I'm contemplating that feeling of being satisfied after a meal vs. being nourished. I see these people nibbling on dried fruit, nuts and veggies and think, "how can they feel satisfied?" Satisfaction has never included nibbling for me... a nice big meal, followed by a yummy dessert and good company is satisfying - not a handful of nuts. I don't think I'm alone in this thought process. If I was, restaurants with giant portions would cease to exist, right?</div>
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When does eating food stop needing to be for "satisfaction" and become, instead, to <u>nourish the body?</u> The purpose of food, technically speaking, is to nourish our bodies. And yet, it becomes so much more for people like us. It's comforting, a silent show of rebellion, has the tender touch of a lover, the sharp sting of a scorpion, shame of a Scarlet Letter ("The Scarlet Letter" by Nathaniel Hawthorne, 1850) and the sinking pull under your covers as you fall into despair over its side effects. </div>
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To those that understand that last paragraph, I'm talking to you gently, with love and understanding. There is no judgment in these words, my heart or my thoughts. I can talk to you like this because, my friends, I have been there. The thought of nibbling makes me turn into Cindy Crawford ...</div>
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... yyyyeah ... just in this photo .... but you get my drift, right? Over the past fourteen months of this journey, my mind has slowly started to shift. My new reality is NOT just about food but also about myself as a person. I wanted change - I wasn't happy. I had to want it - for it to be my personal fight and not anything anyone else pushed on me. Consequently, I've analyzed myself to my core (Uh, can you tell?). And, I have come to me also with with love and understanding. Most of the time, that is.</div>
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Slowly, my mind has begun to shift from seeing food as a crutch, friend, lover, scorpion or pulled covers. It's a slow process to reprogram this thick head of mine. But, a little at a time, I've started changing my viewpoint on food.</div>
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Chicks & Chucks, food is .... food. </div>
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I say this gently to you. Food is nourishment. It is your MIND and HEART that changes it into something more. It's a choice. If you can start to view food as nourishment, everything will start to fall in place one meal at a time.</div>
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Look at that donut .... what good is it anyway? Is it wasted calories that could be spent on something better for you? One change at a time, one small different choice at a time and you will begin to notice. And each time you face such a decision, and consider if you need it and make the wise decision, food begins to shift into nutrition.</div>
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I actually do snack on dried fruit, yogurt covered nuts and raw almonds now. I nibble. It will never be a meal for me, but it's a good, small snack I can eat and then have a good meal later. I don't know the last candy bar I ate - and that used to be big. These are the beginnings of my changes but they are deeper than a piece of chocolate.</div>
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Does the thought of changing your habits in this way make you feeling like Ol' Charlie up there facing a meal that is less than satisfying? Am I saying never eat something for the pleasure of its taste again?</div>
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Put a mouthful of Jamocha Almond Fudge in my mouth and watch me find a happy place! It will happen and that's ok. The thing is, it shouldn't be your NORM but should be your EXCEPTION. If your reality is in the right place, an occasional exception is NO BIG DEAL. And, if you fall and feel like you have failed? Just remember, it's a drop in the bucket and keep going.</div>
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For the emotional side, you need a release there. That need doesn't go away. I would suggest deciding something in its place that is comforting, feels good, is just a little rebellious, without any negative side effects. And, if you can find a solution that's orgasmic, well then, hats off to you! Some good outlets may be a call to a good friend, shopping, exercise, journaling, a good cry, getting a massage, getting your nails done and of course, SEX. You'll need to figure out what works for you.</div>
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For me, I journal, cry and get busy with projects and exercise. I am also blessed to have a strong support system of family and friends. I hope you do too. I hope you are all doing well! Don't forget that you can email me at 1fatchick2another@gmail.com. </div>
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One Fat Chick to Anotherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06092891156523307685noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975497417567842806.post-90582652733898559232014-03-17T19:32:00.000-07:002014-03-18T05:31:09.228-07:00Houston ... Prepare for Lift-Off!<div style="text-align: center;">
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Houston ... Prepare for Lift Off!</div>
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We've talked about dents ... now, let's talk about lift-off. I mean, I wouldn't want to leave you hanging ....</div>
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Isn't it a drag when you can't see your feet? I mean, if you can't SEE your feet, are they REALLY there? Joking aside, anyone who qualifies for this blog probably has that ONE body part and that ONE thing about them that feels ... shameful. Right? Like you think people are looking at IT instead of YOU and thinking, "Oh dear GAWD, how in the world does THAT even get like THAT??"</div>
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For me, that body part is my stomach. I can suck it in, camouflage my clothes, stand in the (almost) right pose in a picture all to make it ... less shameful. I've worn girdles, bands to make it sweat (hoping I would sweat it away) and done countless sit ups (ok, mayyyybe not "countless" but who's counting?).</div>
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It's "The HANG," right? That oh-so attractive fold of blubber that blocks our vision, distorts our side view of our body, rolls down our panties and bulges at the top of our pants. Push out a couple of kids and the HANG now gets the added sexiness of stretch marks. Good gawd, can't win for trying, it seems.</div>
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We talked about DENTS once, remember? Noticing those small improvements that seem to appear from no where but are actually because of YOUR hard work. Well, it's time for lift-off...</div>
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I have two scars above my coochie coo hairline that were hidden by the HANG when I was married. One is a good 10" long and I was very self-conscious of it. I once sheepishly asked my husband if they bothered him. He .... ummmm .... stopped what he was doing, looked up and without missing a beat, said, "What scars?" I thought it was funny until it dawned on me he had probably never seen them because of the HANG.</div>
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That HANG seems insurmountable, doesn't it? Like how in the world could THAT ever be FLAT again? Or if not FLAT, then at least not HANGING? Can I have an AMEN?!</div>
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Well, I'm here to tell you that just this week, I noticed that I no longer have the HANG. I don't know when that crept up on me, but somewhere along the line, it did. I've lost 19" off my stomach over the past 14 months and lo & behold, the HANG is gone. I can see my feet and even those two beautiful scars that were hidden for so long. I can see how my stomach is getting smaller and if I tilt my head just so and squint my eyes, can actually start to visualize it being FLAT after so many years. It's not FLAT yet, but there's been definite improvement.</div>
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I am ecstatically checking out my belly, my side view and trying on clothes that have hung in my closet forever gathering dust. You know the ones ... "just in case" .... Well, here I am. I am NOT bragging but trying to give you all some hope. Believe me, if I can start to see lift-off, so can YOU. Keep going, my beautiful Fat Chicks & Chucks. It IS possible to change that body part - improve it - re-sculpt it and kick the HANG out the door.</div>
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This is where measuring really helps, by the way. Keep track of your progress. It's daunting at first but is exciting to see those numbers go down over time. </div>
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One Fat Chick to Anotherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06092891156523307685noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975497417567842806.post-52927301687785580742014-02-08T13:35:00.001-08:002014-02-08T13:35:51.781-08:00One Year, Baby!<br />
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This is my one year post. Yeah, I'm a little late, but by now, you have all probably come to understand that I'm not on time very often. But, here we go, Folks. Back in December, 2012, I weighed 232 lbs, my blood pressure was 190/140 and I was having migraines and nose bleeds. My schedule was crazy - literally 5:30 am - midnight pretty much every day. When I wasn't working, I found something to work on. I felt heavy physically, emotionally and spiritually. I felt ugly and like a football player next to thinner women. I ate waaaay too much, easily 2500 - 3500 calories a day. Spaghetti was my weakness and I ate it at least once a week.<br />
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I had been on diets before, of course. Those high protein diets make me sick. Invariably, I get stomach pains and for some crazy reason, my period will start up out of the blue. THAT can't be normal and goodness knows, I only want THAT once a month - not TWICE! Eating salads just made me want a cheeseburger. Who gets full on a salad? Diet drinks, fat pills, binging/purging, massive working out were all things I tried. But, in December, 2012, I decided to take control.<br />
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Now-a-days, I am eating 1500 - 1800 calories per day. I've lost 21 lbs in the pictures below, but honestly, I've lost a couple more since these pix were taken just a few days ago. I drink about 6 glasses of water per day and if I drink soda, it's diet and I generally, can't finish one. I eat spaghetti about once a month now and ironically, have found that if I over-eat on it, I get sick and have to throw up. So, my body is forcing me to keep control of that vice. I've always struggled with dinner - and eating too much at dinner. I'm doing better with that weakness. I've concentrated on trying to make my meals more even as far as calories go. I don't always succeed, but I try. I used to eat a lot of fast food. I've definitely reduced that and try to make better choices I can deal with when I find myself at a Mac, Jack or Carl's. I am on blood pressure medication and it's normal - no more migraines or nose bleeds.<br />
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From October - December, I kind of fell off the wagon and gained back 8 lbs. Man, was that tough. I almost gave up and felt like a failure. But, something about the New Year kicked me back into gear. I've lost 6 of those 8 lbs and moving forward.<br />
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When I took the original pictures below (that's the ones on the left), it was a spur of the moment - here, take these pictures kind of thing. I'm really glad I did. I haven't looked at them really, all year until I took the next set (those on the right). I look at them now and see a tired, bloated woman who looks older than the woman next to her. I feel like my face just looked like I was dragging where now, I look much more perky. Not my boobs, but at least at 42, my personality can be perky. LOL sorry, I digress .... I did have to buy different shorts and tank top but I tried to make them consistent with the originals. Here's my progress at 21 lbs down... <br />
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So, how are you, doing, my friends? Are you inching forward? I am proof that small changes in "your reality" can make big differences. It's not a get thin quick scheme. I can't promise you will be in a bikini by summer, but I can promise you that you'll feel better about yourself if you keep going. Take measurements and record them - take photos and be accountable to yourself. Find the nutrition path you can live with, that allows you to feel and look the way you want. I have more to go ... really want to be down another 19 lbs by the end of the year. Today, I weighed in at 209.6. 10 more pounds and I'm under 200 for the first time in years. That's my next goal. I want to encourage you all to keep your goals and to never, EVER give up. Until next time, my fellow Fat Chicks .... love ya!</div>
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You have all been on my mind the past couple of months but did I stay in touch? <br />
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I really did mean to stay on track but if it ain't one thing ... it's fifty! <br />
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In the past three months, I've:<br />
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<li>Realized he was crazy</li>
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Good Lord ... Yes, I meant to stay on track, but I fell off it somewhere around the time I dropped, "Crazy." I went from 208 (wow was I proud the day THAT was on the scale!) back up to 217 (yyyyeah ... not so proud that day).</div>
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Yeah, I had good intentions but let's face it, good intentions just aren't enough. So, this is my "Come to Jesus" blog, my "I'm sorry I'll never do it again" - Oh, who am I kidding? My "I'll try harder blog" - My "quit my excuses" blog. In short ....</div>
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Well, I did survive the holidays and I'm back on track. My Fitness Pal accepted my heart felt apology and we are friends again. I'm back to logging and am happy to say I'm logging pretty much every day now and going strong.<br />
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I'm back to doing my bathroom exercises too. At my new job, I have to walk down a long corridor to get to the bathroom. I timed it one way and it's 30 seconds. So round trip is a minute. I'm keeping track of those walks, walking a little faster and twisting my upper body (to work my obliques) 25x (each side) by the time I reach the bathroom. Yyyyyeah ... I only do the twists when no one else is around.<br />
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Also, I'm taking the stairs 2-3x a day. 72 stairs - 4 flights - not bad. It's a minute up and a minute down. I'm keeping track of this too and logging it. It's hard on my knees though - they sound like gravel shaking up in a can. So, I've also started taking Glucosimine to help them out. Haven't seen an improvement yet but I hear it takes awhile.<br />
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I'm also trying to do two work outs a week. I have been going to the gym and walking my dog (who has FINALLY learned how to walk on a leash without dragging me!)<br />
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I've been trying to make better food choices as well. I have reduced my caloric goal to 1560 on My Fitness Pal. I'm shooting for 1560 - 1800 now. Just a few weeks ago, I was back to 2000 - 2200 per day. It just took some adjustments to reign myself back in. It's hard to believe in December 2012, I was eating 2500 - 3500 calories a day. <br />
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All these good intentions are hard for me to forgive but I have pulled up my boot straps and heading back in to battle! What about you?<br />
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"Even through the darkest phase,</div>
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Here beneath my skin,</div>
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<i>(Listen to K.D. Lang's beautiful voice singing Constant Craving here:)</i></div>
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I'm going along, doing GREAT</div>
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When suddenly I'm reminded of something I ate.</div>
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Might have been last year, last month or last night</div>
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And, I find my mouth salivating for just another bite.</div>
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Be it spaghetti, ice cream, chocolate or fries</div>
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It pulls me in with another set of lies..</div>
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<i>You're sure to work it off when next you work out</i></div>
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<i>It's just one candy bar, or second plate of food</i></div>
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<i>Ahh, the taste - so sweet, so salty, so NOW</i></div>
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What to do? What to do? When I want what I want?</div>
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Chips n Chocolate, Chips n Chocolate is all in her head</div>
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Controlling this small thing is no easy shit.</div>
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And, if you have gotten to know me well enough through my blogs, you would know that not only would I never attempt to fling my body at a stripper pole (let alone, subject some poor man to watching it) but the fact is, I'd probably wind up being one of those girls in the videos where the pole falls down and I land on my !@#$%^!</div>
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I hadn't really seen the difference though my measurements were telling me I should be seeing something going on. And, someone told me this week they had lost 50 lbs in 6 months and I got discouraged that I've only lost 15 since December. But, just like the dents I wrote about before, this was another motivator. Keep going and maybe, juuuuust maybe I'll buy that stripper pole someday.</div>
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As for feeling discouraged about that other person's weight loss (jealous much?), I have to remember that he is on his own journey while mine is completely different. Where he could drop his weight down that fast, I have learned that quick weight loss doesn't work for me. Why? Because I wind up losing my motivation and gaining it back. This is not a diet, this is a journey. My journey. Little by little as I inch my way along to smaller pants, form-fitting sexy dresses (instead of tents) and cute bathingsuits, I need to remember what I am doing. I am changing my normal. </div>
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There's something to be said about Granny Panties. They're comfy, cover your butt and are made of cotton so they breathe. They don't roll down over your belly and wind up at your hips. You feel like they even offer just a tad bit of tummy control. And, when it gets down to it and you walk over a man hole and the gust of wind blows up your white dress, all the goods are covered.</div>
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Ladies, ladies, ladies ... in case no one has clued you in, Granny Panties are about as sexy as a block of cheese. Sure, they serve a purpose but you wouldn't put a block of cheese out on a dish and expect people to oooo and ahhh to get a nibble, would you? Be honest ... when was the last time you put on a pair of Granny Panties and twisted in the mirror to admire how they looked? Probably never.</div>
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Whether you are small, medium, large, extra large or fluffy, you deserve to feel beautiful. You deserve to wear pretty things that make you feel feminine. Soft fabrics, lace, flowers, hearts and maybe even a little dangle. Don't get me wrong, I'm not talking G-strings, Thongs or anything else itty-bitty that would cut into you. I want you to be comfortable, yet remember that even large, you are still a woman and women love to feel beautiful. I like what the model in the picture above is wearing. She's not a stick, yet is wearing something pretty. She's still covered, yet feminine and sexy. Having hair like that certainly doesn't hurt!</div>
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Putting on Granny Panties is like putting on an apron. It serves a purpose, can get dirty and can be washed with bleach. But, sliding on something soft against your skin immediately gives you the feeling of being feminine. And, no one needs to know (unless you want them to know), but this feeling is just for you. </div>
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It's so hard to find that person, isn't it? To be honest, my most consistent work out buddy is my dog. She is always ready to go and motivates me (read: pulls my arm out of its socket) to keep going when we go for a walk. Most of the work out buddies I've had fall by the wayside sooner or later. They are either too busy, too tangled up in drama or not dedicated to hitting the gym as you are. It's irritating. Kinda like those socks, isn't it? Just rubs you the wrong way.</div>
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Next, pick a time that is realistic and that you both can commit to showing up. If you are a trained tri-athlete, you MIGHT be willing to hit the gym at 4am "to beat the rush." But, for most of us, dragging our butts out of bed at 0 dark 30 is just that ... a drag. Right after school gets out is another bad time - why? Well, Mom will probably have to run errands, take the kids to soccer practice or do homework so not a good time. For me, the best time is after dinner. The day is done, kids are fed, homework's completed (I hope), my errands are run and after I'm done, I can shower and hit the sheets. I like it too because I feel like I've burned off some of the calories I've put on during the day and I can feel it the next morning.</div>
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I saw that a lot. And, not just on celebrities but on co-workers, or teen age girls waiting to get into a restaurant. Man, I can't even stand right. How the hell are they going to have their thigh gap standing like this?!</div>
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This will be the demise of society, and we all know it. I hereby make the decree that with all the suffering in the world, starvation, bombings, natural disasters, governmental disasters, terrorists, child abuse, and mental illness, you better damn well stand right and have a friggen gap up by your coochie-coochie-coo if you are going to fit in with society.</div>
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What IDIOT got it in their heads that women/girls should stand like this and mandate we have a gap up .... well up there? How many teen age girls are going to become anorexic because their gap isn't wide enough? What happened to women being soft creatures and curvy? I doubt Marilyn Monroe had a friggen thigh gap and yet, isn't she the epitome of feminine sexiness?</div>
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Ignore this, fellow Fat Chicks. Don't you DARE allow yourself to look at your crotch and think, "if only I had a thigh gap." And, I better not see you standing on the corner with your legs crossed ridiculously like that. Hell, if it was me, I'd fall over. I'm more concerned that I don't rub my thighs raw rather than if I have a gap there. (As for the rubbing raw, wear a pair of work out shorts under your pants and you won't rub raw). </div>
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We are better than this superficiality, Ladies. Goodness, even if I <u>could</u> pull off a thigh gap and cross my legs like I have to pee all the time, where in the world would I ever wear such a cute short dress and stylish shoes? I don't think that look works at the grocery store.</div>
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We are REAL, Ladies (and Gentlemen). We are not this superficial spectacle on the news (on the news!!) that is being put in front of us. Don't buy into it. Don't wonder if your legs are good enough because of a gap. Just be you. Good ol' glorious, beautiful YOU.</div>
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<br />One Fat Chick to Anotherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06092891156523307685noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975497417567842806.post-39356128658752487322013-04-14T15:17:00.000-07:002013-04-14T15:17:36.459-07:00Target Zones<br />
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<span style="color: magenta;"><b><i>I can't tell you how often I've been spurred to action that I wanted to start doing some basic exercises like sit ups or crunches right before bedtime. So, I would start doing like 50 a night. Inevitably, some ultra fit person would say to me, (hands on hips, raised eyebrow) "Well, you know you can't target zones to lose weight." And, in that moment, I would feel like well why the hell was I even making an effort if it doesn't matter?</i></b></span><br />
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In that one good-intentioned moment, they would knock me out of that spurring to action and back to going to bed like normal. Here's what I think ... I think that stud who arrogantly popped a hole in my balloon of good intentions meant well. See, he was thinking like a "skinny chick" (I like the idea of him thinking like a girl so I'm not going to change that). He had the mindset of a Tri-athlete. No, he wouldn't target any zones, because he worked his zones all the time. He was ripped, he was tanned (ala George Hamilton), he was wearing a scrawny tank top, and was oiled just perfectly enough that each chest hair curled on its own.<br />
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A Fat Chick CANNOT jump into the mindset of a Tri-Athlete! We physically can't do it and doom ourselves to failure each and every time we decide to take it on. Of course, he was right, it isn't about targeting zones. It's about living a healthy life style. It's about consistency and working your whole body. <br />
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Of course not. You can't target a zone if that's all you target. But, doing some crunches before bed, or side twists after using the bathroom, or cooking on one foot, whatever it is you do that targets an area is not for nothing! It builds strength and will help to tone that area. Of course you need cardio, watch your food, and work out regularly, but don't for a minute think your efforts to do SOMETHING in place of NOTHING are without merit.<br />
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And, if you want to oil up, get tanned, wear a scrawny tank top ... don't be surprised to find your picture in my next blog .... just kiddddddding!<br />
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My next few blogs will target some exercises you can do. I hope they are easy for you, but if not, pull back a little. And, of course check with your doctor before starting any exercise routine, blah, blah, blah.<br />
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Do SOMETHING in place of NOTHING and ignore the 80's throw-back, stud who can't think like YOU. Until next time ...One Fat Chick to Anotherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06092891156523307685noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975497417567842806.post-28967058148413115952013-04-13T21:35:00.000-07:002013-04-13T21:35:02.229-07:00Water Weight Gain<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I know about water weight. I'm a girl, after all. All of us chicks (fat or skinny!) experience bloating every month. But, you know what? Even though I know this, I fell prey to water weight gain's evil curse last month. I weighed in at a whopping 3.8lbs more than expected. Crap! I wanted to throw that evil, sneering scale into the wall.<br />
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I gave myself a few days and the weight fell off like magic. It was great. But, I didn't trust it. Know what I mean? Like some evil fairy had pulled back some pounds when I weighed in and then would magically plop them back on my mid-section by morning.<br />
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I thought I would give you all some facts about this menace to society, to women's self-esteem everywhere! This nemesis to fitting into a bathingsuit by summer!<br />
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Go to war!<br />
Instead of throwing the scale through the wall or creeping back under the covers, let's go over how to tell if that jump on the scale is real weight or water weight. According to "Real Weight Vs. Water Weight" (<a href="http://www.truelemon.com/live-healthy/nutrition/608-real-weight-versus-water-weight.html">http://www.truelemon.com/live-healthy/nutrition/608-real-weight-versus-water-weight.html</a>) you can tell if your weight jump is real or water if you have have gained more than half a pound since the day before. Check this out from the article:<br />
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If you have kept track of your body fat percentage with a body fat monitor, you can compare your current percentage to your results from a month ago. If the new measurement is greater than before, you’ve gained fat. If your body fat percentage has decreased but your weight has increased, the weight gain is not from added fat.</div>
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Check your extremities: are your hands, feet and ankles puffy? If yes, it is likely that your gain is water related. When you are retaining excess water, you might also notice imprints in your skin left by your socks, or your wedding ring may be tighter than usual.</div>
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Many possible causes exist for retaining water, including too much salt, sugar, dehydration, too much alcohol, dieting and women’s monthly cycle. Among other tips, if you are concerned about water weight, make an effort to drink more plain water. While it seems like the opposite of what you need to do, drinking <a href="http://www.truelemon.com/live-healthy/nutrition/339-ucsantabarbara.html" style="border: 0px; color: #089d00; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; position: relative; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; z-index: 1;">8 to 10 glasses per day</a> will help flush sodium and excess fluid from your system. A <a href="http://www.truelemon.com/live-healthy/nutrition/557-keep-your-body-and-brain-happy-with-water-and-true-citrus-.html" style="border: 0px; color: #089d00; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; position: relative; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; z-index: 1;">well-hydrated</a> body is healthier and is less likely to retain water.</div>
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So, don't freak out if you suddenly jump on that scale. If you are being a Lifer and not a Dieter, it will all work out in the end. One day or a few of being a little higher won't kill you. </div>
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Less salt! More water! Get it?? :) Until next time!</div>
One Fat Chick to Anotherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06092891156523307685noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975497417567842806.post-59151106789442433372013-04-03T20:34:00.001-07:002013-04-03T20:35:15.194-07:00Sleep Apnea<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: blue;"><b><i>The stories were laughed about at holidays ... how my Mom thought there was an earthquake in the middle of the night and came running down the hall ... only to find me snoring; my young son waking me up terrified, "Mommy! You're making scary noises again!" My ex-husband wearing ear plugs to sleep with me. My sister not being able to sleep in the next room so crawling into my parents' bed to get away from my snoring. It had become a joke. An embarrassment. A fact of life. Then, a worried friend took me aside and said the one thing that changed everything...</i></b></span></div>
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And, so, I took the magical step and had a Sleep Study done. I imagined a white sterile room, with a small army cot behind two-way mirrors while a team of doctors stood by and watched me snore. They would nod their heads and mutter, "Ummmm, hmmmm" and write something in their tablet.</div>
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I went to the clinic and I was led to my bedroom. That's right, a cozy, comfy bedroom with an adjoining bathroom. There, they put this tooth-paste-like stuff in my hair and attached electrodes to them. The electrode wires ran down my entire body, down my legs and arms and yet was done in a way that if I had to drop my drawers, I could. They put a Pulse-ox on my finger and explained if I was showing signs of Sleep Apnea, they would put this mask over my head. I laughed and said there was no way I could sleep with one of those things on.</div>
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<li>My blood oxygen level dropped to 86 (should be in the 90's. 80's are stroke zone).</li>
<li>In 3 hours, I got 10 minutes of REM sleep. (You should get 1 full hour of REM sleep for every two hours of sleep. This is where your body rests, de-stresses, heals, grows)</li>
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Get yourself a Sleep Study done if you suspect you may have Sleep Apnea. It's not the sexiest look, but you can look sexy and THEN put on your mask :) Until next time ....</div>
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<span style="color: purple;"><i><b>She can hear him washing up in the bathroom. If she could just lift her head, she could juuuust barely see his beautiful body as he moved around. Through a field of eye lashes, she dreamily watches for him and sighs with quiet contentment at how relaxed she feels. She lays naked, entwined in her sheets as if in a lover's embrace. Her hair lays matted and wet, coiled against her skin. Her smooth skin glistens with beads of sweat. One lone bead slips down her back and she feels it slowly slide down and rest in the small of her back. She breathes in the heady, musky scent of their love making, stretches her body and closes her eyes in the satisfaction that can only come from the best stress reliever known to man.</b></i></span></div>
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Oh yeah, you knew this would come up eventually didn't you? The best exercise EVER! Not only does it relieve stress, but it also burns quite a bit of calories. The following statistics are taken from Women's Day's article called, "Sexy Ways to Burn Calories" .... did you know ....</div>
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<li>Kissing burns 68 calories an hour.</li>
<li>Undressing burns 8+ calories total.</li>
<li>Massaging burns 80+ calories per hour.</li>
<li>Having sex burns 144+ calories per half hour.</li>
<li>Giving oral sexy burns 100+ calories per half hour.</li>
<li>Using your hands burns 100+ calories per hour.</li>
<li>Romantic dancing burns 103+ calories per half hour.</li>
<li>Making out burns 238+ calories per half hour.</li>
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If you'd like to read the article in Women's Day, here it is: <a href="http://www.womansday.com/sex-relationships/sex-tips/8-sexy-ways-to-burn-calories-110923">http://www.womansday.com/sex-relationships/sex-tips/8-sexy-ways-to-burn-calories-110923</a></div>
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If you are not in a relationship, or one where you don't have sex anymore, all is not lost. In general, masturbation burns 25-30 calories every 20 minutes and an orgasm blasts about 100 calories. (source: <a href="http://wiki.answers.com/Q/How_many_calories_do_you_burn_while_masturbating">http://wiki.answers.com/Q/How_many_calories_do_you_burn_while_masturbating</a>)</div>
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Get your freak on! Go burn some calories in the absolute best way known to man! Have fun, be safe, and work that beautiful body! Until next time ....One Fat Chick to Anotherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06092891156523307685noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975497417567842806.post-47147102400065188532013-04-01T15:35:00.001-07:002013-04-01T15:44:30.497-07:00Walking Between Raindrops<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: magenta;"><i>Suddenly, she realizes that she is NOT wet. Not one drop of water has hit her umbrella, raincoat or galoshes. She holds her tiny hand out to catch a raindrop but it stays dry although the drops fall all around her hand. She moves her hand to try and capture at least one wet raindrop but as she moves, the raindrops scurry out of her way.</i></span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta;"><i>She lowers her umbrella and watches in amazement as the drops fall all around her and yet, never hit her. She begins to walk, then run, skip and dance in the rain without a single drop touching her. She throws her umbrella to the side, peels off the raincoat and galoshes and frolics in the downpour unscathed.</i></span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta;"><i>Then, she feels it..... one drop on her bottom lip hanging on as if for dear life before it plummets to the ground. She turns her face heavenward and in an instant, the clouds darken and coil angrily waiting to strike. She sucks in her breath as fear grips her chest. The sky opens and unleashes a torrent of rain. And, just as suddenly as she was dry ... she is now soaked to the skin and running through the rain, slipping in the mud and wondering where, oh where is her umbrella? raincoat? galoshes? She is left unprotected, soaked and cold as she hurries home.</i></span><br />
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That story pretty much sums up the past two weeks for me. I was doing just fine, using My Fitness Pal, exercising, seeing my weight drop gradually and then it happened. I had logged for 70 days straight on My Fitness Pal which is the longest I've ever logged. I was proud of it, dare I say a bit arrogant? Then, one day about two weeks ago, I went to enter my food and it was already filled in.<br />
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I had mistakenly logged my food on the NEXT day instead of the CURRENT day and therefore, broke my streak. <br />
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Seems like such a small set back.<br />
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But, it wasn't.<br />
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I tried to pull it back together but I kept missing an entry or day and missing the accountability. I wound up gaining back 3.8lbs in two weeks. Considering I'm only losing 3-5lbs per month, that's huge. That storm dumped right on my head and I've had a hard time pulling it back together. I have purposefully not measured. I don't want to know what 3.8lbs has done to my measurements. I know that if I don't pull things together, in six months this will be just another failed diet ahhh-gain.<br />
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So, I am letting you all know what's going on (Accountability). <br />
It's no one's fault but my own (Ownership)<br />
I started back on My Fitness Pal (Progress)<br />
I bought goggles to start swimming soon (Planning).<br />
I'm giving myself til this Saturday before I measure again (Being a Lifer instead of a Dieter).<br />
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I'm picking myself up, throwing up my umbrella and continuing my journey.<br />
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How is your storm? Are you walking between raindrops, getting drenched or protecting yourself as you make your way through the downpour? I recommend you protect yourself... and if you screw up, keep going. Until next time ...<br />
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<span style="color: magenta;"><b>Shout Out to SWEDEN!</b></span><br />
Tack för att du läser min blogg! Jag faktiskt talar lite svenska och har en god vän från Helsingborg. Jag har alltid velat besöka ert vackra land. Tack för ert stöd. Tills nästa gång!One Fat Chick to Anotherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06092891156523307685noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975497417567842806.post-50869742697481010482013-03-22T07:51:00.000-07:002013-03-22T07:51:07.033-07:00One Girl to Another<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b><span style="color: #38761d;">I just love Demi Lovato. When she first burst onto the scene with her mega-watt smile, I rolled my eyes and thought how phony she looked. Then, it came out she was cutting herself. Next thing she was in a rehab. Then, she came out with Skyscraper. And, I became a fan forever. Now, her music is a bit young for me but the courage, strength and yet, weakness and frailty she showed in that song told me that this girl was REAL. Genuine. And, I love her. In that song, I related to her.</span></b></div>
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I remember back in high school, I weighed at most 155lb. I wasn't the coolest chick, but I seemed to know everyone and can't think of many, if any, enemies. I liked so many guys, and a couple even liked me back. I dated two of the greatest guys ever in my school. I did well academically because I loved learning. I loved languages and would study them on my own.</div>
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But, in the quiet of my world, I didn't really like who I was. Not really. I felt fat, although I had legs like concrete, and my whole body was toned. What made me feel fat was that I had a soft tummy. A friend of mine who was a cheer leader once showed me a Sadie Hawkin's photo of her sitting on her boyfriend's lap. </div>
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I didn't like how my breasts developed. I was embarrassed of them. They weren't these perky boobies pointing to the sky. And, that's what I wanted. I hated them for many years.</div>
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I got stretch marks on my boobs, hips and thighs during my teen years. I felt so ugly when I would see them. Who would ever think I was beautiful with so many scars?</div>
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On top of that, I had acne on my face, shoulders, arms and back. That's right, my younger sister used to actually sit and COUNT the number of zits on my back. I had scars from them. I felt disgusting.</div>
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The acne went away for the most part. I might get one or two before my period, but my arms, shoulders and back are clear now-a-days. I had two babies so I got stretch marks on my belly - which isn't quite so small. My old stretch marks faded. They are still there, but I really don't notice them anymore. I learned that no one (but me) expected me to look like a model. My boyfriends haven't cared about stretch marks. In fact, they usually have some. Guess what? I didn't care. I didn't care because I cared for them as a person. Not whether they had a stretch mark or two. And, they felt the same about me.</div>
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My boobs finished developing and yeah, I do wish they were shaped a bit differently. But, honestly, they've been good to me. They've been beautiful to the right people. They've fed both my boys. And, in the end, I can still fill out a halter top like nobody's business.</div>
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My belly has been the tough one for me. Had I kept up with the life style I had in high school, I probably wouldn't have wound up looking like Alfred Hitchcock, but I did. It's slowly going down. Guess what? I'm still pretty even though I have a belly. I can lose it as long as I stay on the path I'm on right now.</div>
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It's especially hard if you go to school with tiny girls who wear next to nothing. These size 0 girls who wear short shorts, belly baring tops and seem so ... perfect ... well, they aren't. It may seem that way now, but believe me they have their issues too. You don't have to be size 0 or dress like that. Just be you, in all your glory.</div>
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Part of being able to be healthy in your head is to accept who you are. It's the hardest during your teen years. Believe me, I know first hand. But, I'm here to tell you girls that you are beautiful. I don't care how heavy you are, you are beautiful girls. If you don't like how your body develops, understand you are not done yet. And, you may just wind up liking yourself in the end. If hindsight is 20/20, I can see my teen years crystal clear and wish I could have seen myself then as I do with my 42 year old eyes. You can't see hindsight on your teen years yet. One day, you will and will know how beautiful you are right now.</div>
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Give yourself a break. Know you are beautiful, right now, right here. You will someday be able to look back and know this without a doubt. Until then, let yourself develop and take the steps to be healthy. Be happy and know you are beautiful. Until next time ...One Fat Chick to Anotherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06092891156523307685noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975497417567842806.post-54521109620604596452013-03-21T07:33:00.000-07:002013-03-21T07:33:23.861-07:00Megan Fox<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: magenta;"><i><b>I don't know about you ... but when I've lost ALL my weight, I'm going to look like Megan Fox.</b></i></span></div>
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<span style="color: magenta;"><i><b>Ok, so she's a brunette ... I'll be a BLONDE Megan Fox.</b></i></span></div>
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I will never be Megan Fox or ever look like her in the slightest way.</div>
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I don't need to look like her. She's gorgeous, yes. She's married to a hottie, yes. Men fall all over themselves around her, yes. But, let's face facts. </div>
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I'm 42, been a mother for 16 years and have the stretch marks and boobs to prove it. So, I need to be realistic about what my end goals are all about. My first goal is to be under 200 lbs. The following picture is the closest I can come to showing me like that ...</div>
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That one really IS me. It was taken in 2006 for a dating website that I belonged to at the time. I needed a profile picture, turned my head and snapped probably the best picture I've ever taken besides my modeling shots on my little cell phone. I weighed 187lb in this picture. I felt healthy, toned and sexy. I was gorgeous but naive about it as I had been so heavy for so long. A couple of stalkers later and I wasn't as naive. This is the best I ever was in my adult life and I'd like to get back there.</div>
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I weighed in this morning at 220, down from 232, so I'll have to lose another 33lbs to reach this goal. In my head, that might as well be 400 lbs. Know what I mean? I've got to think even smaller.<br />
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So, I've come to the point that my next goal is to be below where I am <u>right now</u>. I'm at 220. I'd like to be 219 or 218. Talk about a small goal! My hope is to be one of those numbers by the end of March. I can do this... it's realistic. Right? I'm not asking to turn into Megan Fox in two weeks. No, I just want another dent. And, maybe a part of my chin back. I had a lovely chin, I did. I'll find it one day again soon, I promise.<br />
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But, my head thinks - no, no, NO .... your REAL goal is 187lb! And, then, it's 150lb! That would put me back in high school weight and I have to say I looked gooood back then. Wish I had known it then. For all the teenage girls reading this ... no, save it, I'll write to you guys personally next.<br />
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Someday, I will be at a healthy 150lb. Big Bit says I should be about 120lb tops. God I love that man, but 120lb in my head might as well be telling me grow another leg. I remember 150. I can visualize it. It seems almost possible though very far away. 120lb was like, 6th grade for me. I just can't imagine it and honestly, I don't want to. I have no intention of being a stick.<br />
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My point? Be realistic about your goals. Aim for something that's actually feasible. Make small goals to eventually meet that goal. If you are a Lifer and not a Dieter, it will come in time because you will be living the lifestyle, not playing with it. VISUALIZE yourself meeting your goals! Look at an old picture of you where you liked your body. Never did? Then, look at one where you were "passable" (in your eyes) and imagine getting there again. The goal after that may be smaller, healthier, more toned, and sexy. It's OK to think like that. It's healthy. It's motivating. You can do this!<br />
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Be realistic in your goals. Visualize what you want to look like. Make small goals - even tiny goals - to eventually meet your long term goals. And, let's all give Megan Fox a break - she has to have a bad angle somewhere! :) Until next time, my fellow Fat Chicks! One Fat Chick to Anotherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06092891156523307685noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975497417567842806.post-43819627948928642772013-03-20T06:34:00.000-07:002013-03-20T06:34:29.299-07:00SWAGGER<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: blue;"><i><b>I see them coming down the street... they wear their baseball cap, hoodie over their large T shirt, boxers out the top of the pants, low slung jeans tied with a shoe string for a belt, sagging low, with impeccable shoes. Their hands are in their pockets or texting on their phone. They greet one another with a quick nod. As they walk past me weeding my yard, I stop to stare at them. One of them gives me a quick nod and looks away. The other one is texting and doesn't even notice me. The other one has his head back, Adam's Apple pushed out, and I have to say, has swagger. The other glides by effortlessly on his skate board, back arched with just enough coolness to say he knows what he's doing on a board. </b></i></span><br />
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I was just never that cool.<br />
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Attitude.<br />
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We know they have it, right? They are dripping in it. As adults, we roll our eyes, but you can't deny they are soaked in attitude from the sticker on their cap to the soles of their shoes. But, attitude goes way beyond being cool. It motivates or un-motivates. It sends someone head first into a dream or holds them back to lay on their bed depressed. It lands someone in jail or keeps them sitting in a corner at a party avoiding talking with other people.<br />
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It's the story of the guy that wins the race but only has one leg. He shouldn't have won. He shouldn't have been faster. Yet, he was. He nailed it and blew away the competition. Why? Because prior to running that race, he spent time - weeks, months, years, a lifetime training and cheering himself on. When everything told him he couldn't do it, HE told himself he could.<br />
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You see the same thing with people who seem to have everything handed to them and yet, seem to fail no matter what they try. Certain celebrities come to mind that continue to get in trouble though they are millionaires and can buy anything they want. But, they are not respected because they live their lives with a sense of entitlement that normal people find rediculous. When everyone told them they could do anything and everything they wanted, they did so without thinking. Their attitude was more in line with a WTF attitude.<br />
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Then, there is the person who negatively tells herself that she can't do it. She isn't good enough. She isn't as pretty as the next girl. She allows herself to find solace in food, in pulling back from outings, in wearing tents and sleeping all the time.<br />
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My fellow, beautiful Fat Chicks ... remember that your attitude is probably the most important thing you can have to make you a success at WHATEVER it is you try and do - your weight, health, job, relationships, etc. Sometimes you are pushed down by what other people say or do. God, they can be inconsiderate, can't they? But,it's more important how you handle it, then what they did or said. <br />
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Be your own cheerleader. Root yourself on when no one else is! And, if they are, well, ALL THE BETTER! Because that's what loving someone is about - loving them for the person they are, and not how much they weigh. But, it starts with you. Do you have swagger? Get your swag on Ladies!<br />
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Get your swag on when facing your nutrition and exercise routine. Be your own cheerleader! Tell yourself YES when other people aren't saying that to you. You can do this!! Until next time...<br />
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They started arguing over that damn video game, I got a head ache and realized I hadn't eaten since 11am lunch. One slapped the other as I yelled at them to stop and pulled through a drive through. I ordered three burgers, fries and drinks. Here's your bag, your bag and my bag. I slammed that burger down my throat as one boy ate his fries and the other spilled his on the floor and smeared the grease on the window. I pulled into the Slap n Shear to get their hair cuts and tell them they have 30 seconds to finish their food. Bam! Bam! Bam! <br />
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We leave the car, they get their hair cut, we see their teachers, ohh and ahh, I go shopping, walk the dog and fall exhausted into my bed. Did I even eat dinner tonight?<br />
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So, that's it ... my theory on why people are fat.<br />
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We are BUSY.<br />
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Life is hectic, children are hard, and we have too much to do in a 24 hour period to ever do everything we need to do by the time we fall into bed. Let alone get a massage, have sex and get my hair done!<br />
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I wish I was the Mom who had time to dice the fruit, vegetables, cheeses and meats - put them in neat containers and have kids eat them without spilling. I know those Moms are out there somewhere, but it's not me. Even better, let's do that but at a picnic every night on the beach as we watch the sunset and find cool shells. It just doesn't happen.<br />
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We are all busy rushing to this and that and let's face it, fast food is quick and easy and relatively cheap. The thought of trying to juggle driving, a phone call, the radio and a salad with a fork just isn't realistic. Ok, I exaggerate, but you get my point. <br />
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How do we fix this?<br />
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Unfortunately, it's all about planning. And, that's not easy for any of us busy people, now is it? Planning our meals, planning our days, carrying healthy snacks in case we need a pick-me-up. Crock pots are good for this if you can prepare the meal in the morning. Maybe you can do your shopping on the weekend? Maybe the hair cuts can wait until a night you don't have to go to the school? <br />
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Anyway, that's my theory... I could be wrong, what do you think?<br />
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Evaluate your life... your schedule ... your planning. Can you make changes to allow yourself to plan your meals or exercise routine? Also, living this way may allow you to have some "me-time" and de-stress from the hard day at work and commute. You may find if you evaluate your life and planning that your schedule opens up for you to allow for more nutritious meal planning, exercise and de-stressing. Until next time ...<br />
<br />One Fat Chick to Anotherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06092891156523307685noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975497417567842806.post-66421276819341322632013-03-18T05:59:00.000-07:002013-03-18T05:59:31.191-07:00!@#$% Salads<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
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I don't HATE salad. I don't. But, I've always been the person that smothered it in Ranch dressing just to push it down. And, as I've said before, give me the choice of salad or spaghetti and the pasta will win every time. I don't look at salad as a MEAL. To me, it's an obligatory part of a meal. I have never, ever looked at a salad and started salivating. Ever.<br />
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But, facts are facts, aren't they? As much as I hate to admit it, there is a place for salads in my life. They are full of vitamins and healthy for your digestive tract. Yawn, sorry. They are also low calorie as long as you don't smother them in Ranch. <br />
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I no longer eat Ranch, by the way, except on rare occasions (if they have diced eggs on the salad bar, I'm a goner as I love them with Ranch). As I've said before, it's about taking steps, making changes and learning to adjust to a healthier you. So here's what I've learned ...<br />
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<li>Adding hot chicken to a salad is actually really good.</li>
<li>Topping off a salad with feta cheese is fantastic.</li>
<li>Finding the vegetables you actually like (instead of picking out all of the mushrooms, for example) and making your salad with foods that are actually tasty to you make a difference.</li>
<li>Adding a salad to a meal regularly will help you eat fewer calories during the meal.</li>
<li>Find a dressing you can actually eat that is low calorie and that you like. Forget lemon on your salads. I mean, yes, it's low calorie, but taste has to be in there somewhere, right? I don't mind a low fat cottage cheese on a salad, though. But, on a day-to-day basis, I came up with the following dressing that is low calorie. </li>
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<u>Beth's Easy !@#$% Salad Dressing</u></div>
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Olive Oil</div>
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Red Wine Vinegar</div>
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2 tsp Honey Dijon Mustard</div>
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1 tsp minced garlic</div>
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Mix it up and pour over your salad. That's only about 67 calories. Compare that to Ranch and you come away with a low calorie, yet tasty alternative, if I do say so myself.</div>
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Start eating !@#$% salads. Yes, I'm serious. Find a way to make them part of your nutritional health. You will fill up a little better, help regulate your digestive tract and get some vitamins as well!</div>
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<b><span style="color: red;"><i>They spend all summer getting ready for the new year. They put up posters encouraging students, giving direction and yes, defining the rules of the classroom. When the students walk into the room, they know right away that they are not walking into a playground. This is not fun time, friends. It's time to get to work. It's time to define the rules.</i></span></b><br />
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#1 - Keep track of your nutrition on My Fitness Pal (or something similar) and log daily regardless of whether you did well or not that day. Feel free to "friend" me. My My Fitness Pal name is "beth4dieting." Just keep logging!<br />
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#2 - Meet your caloric goals 80% of the time leaving yourself the other 20% to be human.<br />
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#3 - Exercise at least three times a week. Cardio should be part of each work out. Then, either isometrics or light weights. Remember that to tone but not bulk, you should use light weights with more repetitions. For example, bicep curls with 15 lbs, 3 sets at 12-15 repetitions per set. Rest for a minute between each set. I will be having some blogs showcasing specific exercises, especially my bathroom exercises coming soon.<br />
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#4 - Develop your own rules of your house. No, I don't mean the ones your kids abide by but the ones that you will abide by. The following are some of my personal rules:<br />
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<li>Don't keep ice cream in the freezer. It's too easy to snack on. If you really, really want some ice cream, go get an ice cream cone. Or, bring home a tiny container of ice cream and enjoy every bite in that one snack. Don't do this often.</li>
<li>Eat off smaller plates instead of large plates.</li>
<li>Only eat one plate of food.</li>
<li>Do not buy sugary drinks. Stick with water, orange juice and fat free milk.</li>
<li>Drink diet sodas.</li>
<li>If you eat spaghetti and meatballs, invite me over. <b><span style="color: red;">GOTCHA! </span></b><i><u> Actually </u></i>figure out where your weaknesses are and develop the rules to make them work in your life.</li>
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Having rules gives you structure. Developing your own set of rules, makes you the owner and controller of your health. </div>
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Develop the set of rules that will provide you with the ownership of your own health and in turn, destiny.</div>
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<b><span style="color: red;">Special Thanks:</span></b></div>
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Special thanks to all of you readers, but I want to specifically thank the people in Germany. It is amazing to me that people are reading my blog world wide. I am partially German and I appreciate your support. Vielen Dank für das Lesen meiner Blog!</div>
One Fat Chick to Anotherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06092891156523307685noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975497417567842806.post-67056374935050412862013-03-14T07:19:00.000-07:002013-03-14T07:19:59.885-07:00You can lead a horse to water ...<span style="color: red;"><i><b>My hands work as if they have a mind of their own as I cook Thanksgiving dinner. The bird is buttered, rubbed and baking to a beautiful golden brown. The eggs have been boiled and I am making my deviled eggs. "Good thing I made a couple extra," I think. as I pop one into my mouth. While putting out the dishes, I dip a carrot into some hummus. I know that sounds weird, but try it, it's good (as are peppers). I lather my angel food cake with whipped cream frosting and enjoy a mouthful as I do. <u>Don't mind if I do!</u> Potatoes are mashed and filled with sour cream, pepper and butter. Let me try a bite to make sure it tastes right. Sure does, let me try another - I might even dip a roll into them. When I finally make it to the table, my stomach is telling me that I'm not really that hungry. But, hey, it's Thanksgiving so I pile up the food and begin chowing down. Good Lord, I make a good turkey and gravy! I start to feel the weight of all of this food in my stomach and eventually put down my fork. Then, I wait a little while and get some pumpkin pie with whipped cream ...</b></i></span><br />
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Does this sound familiar?<br />
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All the snacking that nobody sees COUNTS. You may not think so at the time - hey it's just an EGG - that's not very fattening. But, it counts. If you aren't careful, a nibble of this and taste of that and pretty soon, you just don't need another bite, but you take one any way.<br />
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Accountability.<br />
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Ownership.<br />
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You can lead a horse to water, but you cannot make him drink...<br />
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How many times have I heard, "Well I tried <name your diet you tried> but<u> it didn't work</u>. Then, I tried <the other one you tried> and<u> it didn't work</u>" and so on and so on? It's not the diet that doesn't work. Sad to say, it is us Fat Chicks that give up on eating more healthy and exercising regularly. The diet may have been hard (Prism was the hardest thing I've ever done for three grueling weeks before<i><span style="color: red;"><b> it didn't work</b></span></i> and I returned to my previous habits) but in the end we do that, right? Go back to fast food, don't measure our salad dressing and eat ice cream.<br />
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Taking ownership of your nutrition and exercise routine is the only way any "diet" will ever "work." If you can admit that the reason they didn't work is that you stopped working it (withholding issues with the program itself - like Atkins ALWAYS got me sick by day 3), then you can take ownership of what you are doing with your body. <br />
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Once you take ownership, you will start to control it better. You will "be the boss" of your nutrition and exercise. You will "make it work." That's why I take things in steps. Jumping gung-ho into a program (and someone else's mindset) is difficult at best. Take the steps to figure out what works best for you. Reduce your portion size, drink more water, (gag) eat more salads, and exercise. Once you start taking ownership, it will finally "work." Not because she said to, or he thinks you'd be prettier if, or that kid in third grade that said those horrible things, or your class reunion/wedding/whatever coming up. <u>But, because you want it badly enough to own it.</u><br />
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Hand in hand with ownership is accountability. You need someone you can talk honestly with - that will be an ear to hear you on good and bad days. This person should cheer you on, lift you up and motivate you. This person may also offer advice on where he/she sees you stumbling and hopefully offer guidance on how to get back up.<br />
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You can also do self-accountability with programs like My Fitness Pal or keeping a journal. I've kind of put myself out there with this blog and on Facebook. I give an update once a month and the support I've gotten back has been incredible. That's not for everyone, though...<br />
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<span style="color: red;"><b>Challenge of the Day:</b></span><br />
Take ownership of your nutrition and exercise regime! Be accountable to yourself and someone you trust! Until next time...<br />
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<span style="color: blue;"><b><i> Do you know how hard it was to find a photo of a normal looking girl measuring herself?? I had to sift through many photos of Skinny Chicks measuring themselves and I thought, there's no way I'm putting some model checking the size of her tiny mid section on this page. So, granny panties and all, I was relieved to find Ms. Normal up there measuring her body. </i></b></span><br />
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Ok, off my soap box, let's get down to business...<br />
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I know you all want that magic number on the scale to be (much) smaller than it is right now. So, do I! I'd love to step up on it just once and see it at 150lbs. But, alas, it doesn't ... yet. I use weighing myself as a form of accountability. I only weigh myself once or twice a week at most.<br />
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Why?<br />
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Because, if you start weighing yourself every day, you will get addicted to it. Am I crazy? Nope. It's addictive to see how your weight has changed in the morning, and also to see what the food from the night before has done to your weight. But, keep in mind that (especially we women) we deal with fluctuation in weight due to water gain. So, weighing once, at most twice, a week is more of a general number. <br />
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But, there are rules, my fellow Fat Chicks! Yes! Weigh yourself first thing in the morning, completely naked! No hair ties, wrist watches, towels ... nothing, but good ol' glorious YOU. And, do it before you eat so that you don't have the weight of a meal in your tummy. And, for god's sake, <u><i>don't wear shoes.</i></u><br />
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Also, if you know you are doing what you need to do with your weight, and you have to go to the doctor's, there's nothing more discouraging than stepping onto their scale fully dressed, in the middle of the day, wearing shoes, and hearing you weigh 5lbs more than you read in the morning. Before you step up on the scale, tell the nurse that you are monitoring your weight and do not want to know what her scale says. Then, don't look at it. If you are losing, I guarantee, the doctor will make some sort of comment about it.<br />
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The weight on the scale doesn't always indicate your loss however. You may be tightening up, losing fat but gaining muscle and since muscle weighs more than fat, find that you've gained weight. Don't get discouraged! Once a month, take out a measuring tape and measure your body naked. You can find the soft, measuring tape in any sewing section and sometimes at a grocery store. I measure my neck, bicep, chest, upper stomach, waist, belly button, lower stomach (yeah, can you tell I'm a little stomach conscious?), hips, thighs and calves.<br />
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Keep a journal of your measurements. It's fun to see a loss and it stinks to see a gain, but at least you have an accurate understanding of where your body is at that moment. I keep track of my measurements by month so I can see what I have lost over all. So, far I'm just under 15" off my whole body. Again, don't get addicted to measuring yourself either. Once a month - that's it!<br />
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Buy yourself a digital scale and a measuring tape. Take your measurements naked and weigh yourself. Don't let yourself get discouraged over the numbers! You are changing them!! Record them in an Excel spreadsheet (my personal choice) or a journal. Weigh yourself once or twice a week and measure your body once a month. Until next time ...One Fat Chick to Anotherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06092891156523307685noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975497417567842806.post-23978925010649832562013-03-12T06:22:00.000-07:002013-03-12T06:22:24.194-07:00These shoes were made for walkin'<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
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<span style="color: purple;"><b><i>... and that's just what they'll do ....</i></b></span><br />
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Walking is such a simple exercise, isn't it? We throw on weather appropriate clothing and walking shoes and just GO. Of course, you may have issues where walking is difficult for you. Check with your doctor before starting any exercise program. But, in general ...<br />
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If you can't afford the gym (or are uncomfortable there), and you don't have your own at-home gym, then, invest in a good pair of sweats and get yourself a good pair of walking shoes. Be prepared to spend $75 - $100 for a good pair at Nike, etc. If you can find a Nike outlet (or something similar), then, you may find them cheaper. You can also invest in a pedometer (a device which tells you how many steps you have taken) but I found they fall off when I use them so I go by the amount of time I walk.<br />
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Remember that you aren't going for a marathon here, ok? Start with small walks like 15 minutes - 30 minutes. Go during a time of day when you can enjoy the weather. Sunset is a favorite time for me. You may wind up going longer. I sometimes walk my dog for a good 90 - 120 minutes now-a-days. <br />
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Here's a little information on what you burn in calories while walking:<br />
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If walking at a slow pace of 3 miles per hour (think - this is a slow dog walk) for 30 minutes, on average, you will burn 166 calories. If walking a faster pace of 4 miles per hour (think - this is a dog drag) for 30 minutes, on average, you will burn 251 calories. That's not chump change!<br />
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If all things are constant and yet, you can burn 250 calories a day, you will slowly start to see a change in your body and attitude! Once you are comfortably walking regularly, you may want to start jogging. A slow jog for 5 minutes at a time during your walk will start to prepare your muscles for a change. Eventually, you will stretch out that 5 minutes, to where, hopefully, you are walking 5 minutes and jogging the other 25.<br />
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Keep in mind, though, that walking, jogging or running is tough on your joints. If you have bad knees, then wear a knee brace/wrap. You can also use a Treadmill or Elliptical machine at the gym for the same type of work out. The Elliptical is best on your joints and simulates jogging but without impact on the ground. <br />
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It's time to get moving my fellow Fat Chicks! You can do it!!<br />
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Get yourself a good pair of walking shoes, put on some sweats and go for a walk!<br />
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<br />One Fat Chick to Anotherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06092891156523307685noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975497417567842806.post-14813888481030198242013-03-11T18:44:00.000-07:002013-03-11T18:44:09.186-07:00Sticks 'n' Stones<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<i><span style="color: magenta;"><b>never hurt me.</b></span></i></div>
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What a bunch of horse shit. Yet, how many of us sang that very song as we walked away from some bully as kids? With an imaginary chip on our shoulder, we sing-songed through it and acted like we didn't care. But, we did. </div>
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I can't really talk for you. But, I can tell you, I cared.</div>
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I mostly got made fun of for my name (you just have no idea how many nick names there are for "Elizabeth"), or my accent (I grew up between California and Kansas. I never had the right accent in either state) or my weight. </div>
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I wasn't a fat kid. I was active and played football, baseball, woofleball, hung from clothes lines, played Hide and Seek, Tag, swam vigorously and many more fun things to do outdoors. But, genetics being what they are, I started to get a bit thick around 10 years old. By 13, I weighed 136lbs. This was a tough number for me, because it was the "heaviest" weight my mother had ever weighed ... and I was hitting it in 8th grade. In high school, I fluctuated around 155lbs. Looking back, I had legs of steel, a nice toned back and a soft, but mostly flat tummy. It was just never good enough (in my eyes).</div>
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Nick names like "gut" and "fat ass" played through my head when I looked at my body. Or, worse, a comment made about the size of my clothes or shoes haunted me when I went up to the next size or the next. If I was fat two sizes ago, well, what did that make me now? Even years later, an insensitive comment might surface and pull back my sensitive self esteem. I'm now 42 years old and weigh 221. I'm down from 232 ... oddly I feel like I have to tell you that in order to justify that 221 somehow. I've learned that children are just mean. Plain and simple. I am so thankful not to have grown up in the age of Facebook, Instagram, OoVoo, etc., where kids maliciously attack other kids even to the point of suicide. The worst I had to deal with was whispering, a secret note being passed or flat out being called a name.</div>
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At 42, I really don't care what people think of me. Well, that's a lie to a point. But, in place of my body, I want people to think I'm smart or a good mother. I've learned I'm sexy no matter what weight I'm at and although I may not be able to wear everything on a rack, I find what suits my body best and go for it. I have even finally forgiven those that made me feel smaller out of their ignorance. I did, because, quite frankly, if you stay in the past, you just don't ever move forward.</div>
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I know you were probably called names too, bullied or abused. I want you to know that I'm sorry that happened to you. That I wish I could wipe away every bad word, painful experience or tear and replace it with encouragement, laughter and self-esteem. It's much easier said than done, isn't it? Far too easily, some rude comment plays in the recesses of your mind when you try on clothes, or see yourself in the mirror. </div>
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You have to move forward, my friend. You ARE beautiful. Those that bullied you were WRONG. There was NOTHING about you that should have been picked on. When those nagging thoughts fill your mind and you begin to doubt yourself, you need to tell them to "shut up." And, you also need to tell yourself that you are beautiful. It may be hard to look at yourself and say those words. But, you need to hear it. And, if no one is telling you, then you need to say it to yourself. Say it with confidence! Say it with defiance! Yet, say it. And, accept it.</div>
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Lay to rest all of the stupid, ignorant, mean, horrible, hurtful things you have been told by allowing yourself to believe in yourself and see yourself as the beautiful person you are. Remind yourself that children are MEAN. That kids (or unfortunately, some adults) said things through ignorance or their own self-esteem issues. You didn't deserve it. Ever. Let it go... Believe in yourself. Until next time ....</div>
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This is a photo of a plus sized model from Plus Magazine. And, I love it. She's curvy, sexy, confident, beautiful and wearing killer shoes.<br />
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If I could give each and every one of you one thing, it would be to accept yourself. I've covered that in one of my first blogs, but in this one, I want to take it a step further. Yes, you accept yourself as a good person, but do you accept your appearance?<br />
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Oh, how I hate when someone says, "She'd be so pretty if she'd just lose a few pounds." Or, "She has a pretty face." So, what? The rest of me isn't pretty? I almost want to say, "Well, you'd be smart if you had half a brain." Or, "You'd have a pretty face if yours wasn't so ... well, ugly." Ahh, but I take the high road and don't ever say those things out loud.<br />
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But, I do accept my body. Sure, I get down on it every now and then when I feel like a beach ball. But in the end, loving your body is more than accepting it when you are the "right size" (whatever THAT is). And, my body has been good to me. It is beautiful and sexy. It is sensitive to touch and enticing. It is mine. And, although it's not where I want to be in the end, it's where I am right now and I'm thankful for it.<br />
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Your body is curvy and soft. You have breasts, a butt, hips and a soft tummy. That's ok. Your body is sensitive to touch, sexy and beautiful. Artists have painted your body for centuries as the essence of womanhood. And, hopefully you enjoy a healthy relationship with someone who views your body as the sexy, beautiful part of you that only he/she can aim to please.<br />
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If you want to be prettier, then take the steps to be prettier. Get a good hair cut, learn how to wear make up, spray a light perfume and dress in a way that flatters your body. Get your nails done, wear jewelry and accessorize your look with a nice purse or clutch. No one looks great all the time, but take the time to look your best often. <br />
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Also, pamper your body. Sink into a tub of bubbles, bath salts and surround yourself with candles and music. Lay back and relax, letting that water soak your skin and soften every part of your body. Shave your legs, arm pits and bikini area. Apply lotion to your body afterwards and sink into something soft and cuddly. Go get a massage, pedicure, manicure or facial. Your body is the only one you've got so love it, pamper it and please it. <br />
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Finally, be confident in your sexiness. Forget turning off the lights and hiding under a blanket to be intimate with your lover. Leave the lights on, and enjoy each other physically and visually. And remember, you are beautiful. You are sexy. You are confident. You are woman.<br />
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Love, pamper and please your body. Take steps to improve your looks if you feel they need to be. Allow your lover to enjoy your curves without hiding yourself from him/her. Accept your body and your beauty. Until next time ...One Fat Chick to Anotherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06092891156523307685noreply@blogger.com0