11/6/09

Farewell to Fat Friday! Booyah Bitch!

Take THAT scale.

Y'all I have jumped off the plateau. No, I didn't commit suicide. I mean I've broken my stall. This is a gooood thing. I was getting discouraged. I felt like someone pushed pause on the remote that controls my body the last month. The scale has been the same, the measurements were better, but not anything worth cracking open a bottle of bubbly and jumping in a hot tub nekkid about. Discouragement is not good for me mentally because I get to the "Why Bother" chapter in Lizz's Book of Mental Fuck Ups. So I start slipping....and you guys know, because I don't keep secrets from you, that I have been struggling (to pick the weights up) and slipping (donuts in my mouth).

However, seeing the scale move a significant amount was like putting a rocket up my ass and lighting it. The non-exploding kind, please. I'm motivated now! I'm ready to kill it. I'm ready to put it in my chompers and shake it up like a squeaky dog toy.

I have two theories on what might have happened. One is hormonal, and as I've mentioned, I have PCOS. (Sorry boys, cover your eyes if you don't want to read about "that time".) I suspect that the longer my cycle, the more water I retain, especially toward the end. So if I am having a 7 week cycle, I have like 3 fun filled extra weeks where my hormones are kicking ass and taking names. Booooo. For 2 weeks before my last period, I had edema in my lower legs like a lot of women get when pregnant. Now? It's gone. I can see and feel my ankle bones. Hmmmm...I really need to shave.

Theory #2: I've had this suspicion for awhile. I think the protein bars Ian buys for himself are not my BFF. They aren't even a Frienemy. I'm pretty sure they are the devil in a quasi-chocolate coating. I've been using them as a quick source of protein and carbs for recovery after a workout. A few years ago when I did Atkins *shudder*, I used the Low Carb meal replacement bars and had more stalls than an airport bathroom. I didn't think this would be a problem since I'm not doing the low carb thing anymore and the sugar alcohols commonly used as sweeteners are not a part of my diet. However, there is something, it seems, in meal replacement bars that just make my metabolism come to a standstill. So. No bars for you! I will use protein shakes instead.

I will be able to test which of these theories is correct as my body slowly and awkwardly stumbles through this cycle, be it 40 days or 80 days. I wish I knew. With the bars out of this very scientific and controlled study, we will see how the hormones come into play. I'm very curious. And I know you all are about to burst all over your screens with anticipation too.


Starting weight -188.3
2 weeks ago - 173.3
Today - 170.5


Can I get a what-what?!?! I am down 2.8 for a total loss (since I started this ridiculously drawn out journey) of 17.5 pounds. 160s here I come. I'm about to tackle the 170s, wrestle them to the ground, hog tie them and make them my bitch. Booyah!

11/5/09

...And Your Lobsters Are Overpriced.

Bloody hell, Maine.

You know, I tried to get over this yesterday. I'm not really sure why Maine's decision to repeal a law allowing gay marriage has affected me so greatly. I'm not gay and I've never even been to Maine. So this doesn't affect me directly. I wasn't as bummed out when California bombed the Prop 8 thing. I mean I was disappointed, sure. But upon reading the news this yesterday, I wanted to cry and break things. Maybe because the promise of equality had already been established by Maine's government through law and a douchey 53% of voters shattered that promise. Maybe because, while this doesn't have any bearing on my life, it greatly affects the lives of people I hold close to my heart.

Here is what I do understand, because I really really REALLY try to look at the opposing side of this. I can see the point of same sex marriages not being allowed from a religious standpoint. I totally get that if you are a Southern Baptist, Methodist, Catholic, etc. that you are against the RELIGIOUS CEREMONY of marriage between Frank and Mark. I would never ask any religion to change its views on a sacrament that has been in its traditions for centuries. I honestly don't think anyone (maybe a few) is asking such a thing.

I'm not speaking of marriage in the religious sense of the word here. According to my own church, the Catholic Church (yes, liberal Catholics exist), Ian and I aren't married in the eyes of God. We were married by a Justice of the Peace in a park in Oregon. But as far as society is concerned, we are a union with all the benefits that come with it. We were not married by a religious authority and yet our marriage is just as valid as any other marriage. I'm talking about marriage in the LEGAL sense, here.

Here is what I don't understand. Society's hatred and intolerance of gay people. I think the reason that I'm having such a hard time is that 53% of the voters in Maine just told an entire group of people "Hey, guess what. YOU are lesser human beings than we are." The majority of people think that the love between a man and a man or a woman and a woman is an inferior love to the love they share with their opposite sex spouse.

An entire group of people isn't entitled to fully mesh lives with someone just because they have matching underwear equipment. He has a penis and so does he, therefore he isn't entitled to insurance coverage, life insurance benefits, social security payouts in the event of an untimely death, cosigning adoption papers with his partner, visiting his ill loved one in the hospital, making hard decisions with regard to medical treatment should his loved one be unable to consent. Take your pick, it's all happened. Nevermind that they've been together for 12 years but a married couple of 1 week is legally entitled to all that and more. Nevermind that the bond to this person of the same sex is just as real and deep as that of the breeders next door. Love is love. Nevermind that if his name is not on the adoption papers, the children he has helped his partner raise may also be denied these common "amenities". Woman, man, straight or gay, humans all have emotions and the range of what we feel in our hearts and in our minds is the same no matter who you are.

We all feel joy, we all feel love, we all feel pain, we all feel loss. And to deny any of the things above to a couple because of sexual orientation is to say, your feelings are not justified, they aren't as real as mine because I feel they are wrong. Your feelings don't matter. MY feelings about your life matter more than YOUR feelings about your life. This notion sickens me.

I cannot wrap my brain around why this is even an issue. How is a legal union between a same sex couple affecting you? Why is it any of your concern? What is the threat? Surely you know by now that gay isn't a virus.

Gays will undermine the sanctity of marriage. REALLY? The statistics show that around half of all marriages end in divorce. I'd be curious to know how many anti-gay marriage supporters are divorced. I think straight people are doing a pretty good job of fucking up the sanctity of marriage on their own. Especially of note: the lawmakers who support such anti-gay marriage laws who can't even keep their schlongs in their own wives. To support this stance means you must support making divorce illegal too, right?

Gay couples and gay sex goes against nature. So is a blow job from your wife. So is a $5 handjob from a hooker. So is whacking off. So is your beloved vibrator. If you get down to the true meaning and purpose of sex, it is to breed. So sex on the pill is unnatural. Sex with a condom also disqualifies you. If you have engaged in any of the following, you my friend, are committing a crime against nature. If you have committed any of these, you are just as bad as those nasty queers. If you haven't committed any of the following, well then, you are probably Michelle Duggar.

Gay people are detrimental to the model of American families. And to take this further....gay people can't have children and therefore shouldn't have families. Have you LOOKED at the modern American family? Single families. Step families. Families with half siblings...and combinations of all of the above. If people who cannot have children should not be allowed to marry, then why not castaway all infertile people to an island somewhere? No marriage for you. Deny the marriages of people who find love later in life, after the childbearing years are gone. Sorry Ethel, the crazy cat lady line is over there. This line is for the young and fertile only.

The notion that being gay is a choice baffles me. Choosing a lifetime of being picked on and bullied. Being labeled a social outcast. Having it drilled into your head that you are immoral. Losing family members, sometimes your own mother or father, after you come out. Being denied equality. Having to endure and protect yourself from hate, both verbal and physical. Fighting everyday for the sense of normalcy that a heterosexual person takes for granted. Yup. People CHOOSE that. Where do I get on that guest list because that sounds like one hell of a party. Come on, get your head out of your ass. Why on Earth would someone choose to live like that?

Even though the majority (though a slim majority it seems) still believes that gay people are inferior citizens who don't deserve the same rights to nondiscrimination that they themselves bask in on a daily basis, I know they are wrong. The gay people know the majority is wrong. If anything, there is a certain aspect of superiority that I feel gay people have aside from the stereotypical fashion sense of the gay male and the mad softball skills of a lesbian. There is superiority in the strength of facing daily prejudices head on. There is superiority in keeping one's chin held high after defeat. There is superiority in the sense of perseverance in the face of adversity. There is no backing down. There is no complacency with the status quo. If there is anything I learned in my years of hanging at a drag bar, these bitches can FIGHT....and this fight is not over. Not even close.

11/4/09

Wordless Wednesday - I Beg Your Pardon?!?!?!


(I know, I really need to grow up.)

11/2/09

To Trick or Treat...In Sickness and In Health...

I was sweatin' Halloween this year. Cameron had been out sick from school since Tuesday with a fever, headaches, sneezing and coughing. Of course, I feared that he had been bitten by The Pig. I had visions of the whole family, laid out with the flu, watching the Spongebobs and Tinkerbelles walk by with our faces pressed up against the windows like a reverse zoo.

The week went on and no one got sick, but Cam was pretty slow to get well. My heart would break a bit everytime I thought to myself that he wouldn't be able to put on his sequiney suit jacket and fedora and moonwalk his way to M&Ms and Twizzlers. My plan B was to take a picture of him and take his bag out and Trick or Treat for him by proxy. I also had visions of sending him out to a quick trunk or treat event donning a flu mask....the irony is that the flu mask look would have TOTALLY worked with his costume.


(AP Photo)


I knew that trick or treating on his behalf would not be the same, so I prayed to The Great Pumpkin to make my son better by Saturday. Well, as miracles would have it, the Great Pumpkin heard my pleas and Cameron woke up Friday morning with no fever. Game. On.

Saturday came and as the sun got low in the sky, my kids magically turned into a zombie, a little ladybug and of course, the King of Pop. I also magically gained a child that night. The Scream appreared from nowhere. Probably because he prayed to the Great Pumpkin to go trick or treating with the most awesome family ever. OR maybe because it was Micah's BFF and he lives out in the country where it's sort of hard to gain any kind of ground in the game of filling one's candy bag.

We set out, on one of the chilliest Halloweens I can remember. The kids all had on more layers than an onion under their costumes. I think that the adrenaline was so high in them that they really couldn't feel a thing except their feet running on the pavement and the soft thuds of candy hitting the bottom of their bags.

On the fringe of our neighborhood is a church. They had a trunk or treat this year. I've never been to a trunk or treat but it seems these are becoming quite mainstream in the churchosphere. I'm not sure how these started. Was it originally started for members of the church for a community building experience? Is it for the kids whose uber-religious parents are torn between the supposed EVIL connotations of Halloween and letting their kids be freakin' kids already. Are they a marketing ploy to sink their grubby paws on your children and try to become the "cool" church so that your kids will want to go there? Whatever the case, this concept is a GREAT way for kids to maximize their candy profits. From car to car, only about a foot apart and you can have about 50-100+ pieces of loot in a very short time with little effort. If traditional trick or treating is like fishing in Lake Michigan, TRUNK or treating is like fishing in a koi pond.

After taking the local church peeps for all their offerings, we set out to the neighborhood to do some more damage. Sophia stayed in the stroller, still to young to understand the concept, but still retaining the ability to be adorable. She even managed to babble out a few "dee dyous" (thank yous) to the neighbors. We wound our way back home taking the very long route, weaving in and out of superheros, fairies and oh yeah, ambling....traffic.

Let me take this opportunity to step on my soapbox here. People who drive their kids from house to house on Halloween are douchebags. SERIOUSLY? Are you that lazy? Your kids are about the embark on a caloric endeavor for the next few days that would make Jillian Michaels faint dead away with all that candy. They could use the exercise. Frankly, so can you. You got excuses? Let's hear them. I saw a family out pushing their sister in her wheelchair...walking! I've seen grandma in her powered scooter. Two years ago, I was pregnant and had severe edema in my legs. I had the ankles of an elephant and the waddle of an obese penguin and I still walked. I've walked with massive sinus infections, and wished for death. YOU ARE PUTTING THE WALKERS IN DANGER. Get out of your fucking minivan and hit the the concrete.

Ok.

Hands and noses numb and red, we made our way back home where the kids dumped their bags out on the table and indulged in sugary orgy. Nerds and Skittles and Hershey Bars consumed at breakneck speeds. Trades were being conducted, some bartering and negotiating. 2 Crunch Bars for my Reese Cup. Final offer. And as always, all Butterfingers were set on the counter in front of me. It's the11th commandment.

And now, your Halloween fashion show! *queues Right Said Fred*


 
 


 
 

10/28/09

Wordless(ish) Wednesday - Two of a Kind

As I've mentioned, Cameron, the middle child, is obsessed with Michael Jackson. We signed him up in a hip hop dance class, and there was also another boy in the class. Not only another boy...another Michael Jackson obsessed boy! What are the odds? Needless to say, they have become fast friends. Here they are in action. This is a short little clip of a "freestyle circle" from class.

Edited to add: My son is the boy with dark hair in the brown shirt. I assume everyone knows everything about my life automatically.


10/23/09

Farewell to Fat Friday - Where I Almost Cried....

After the pep talk last week, I was intent on getting my head in the game. And I did. Sort of. My eating is pretty good. My weight training days are weighty. However, I dread...and by dread, I mean skip, my cardio days. I know. I know. Lame. I don't know what it is. With ChaLean Extreme the weight days are just as hard as the cardio as far as sweat output and gasping for breath and post-torture jelly limbs.

I rather enjoyed the cardio plan with Body for Life. While short, it was still interval, still difficult and seemed to be effective. SO, I'm going to mix it up again. I've finished phase one of Chalene's program as far as the weight days are concerned. I'm going to move on to phase two, and for cardio, get my ass back on the bike. Maybe I enjoyed it because I could listen to an audiobook and mindlessly pedal and pant while I laughed at David Sedaris or delved into some British Royal Sex Scandal. We will see how it goes. It's all about what is right for you (me) and what keeps your (my) fat ass firmly glued onto that wagon.

I've been discouraged with the scale. I have hit a weight plateau. 2 weeks ago you will remember that I had gained a pound after "Fat Week". Then last week on Friday, I had re-lost my penance pound and was at 172.5. I was very pleased. Today, I stepped on the scale and...what the fuck? YOU again? I've said goodbye to the 173s twice already and here they are, back in full force. ARGH! I have been gaining and losing the same pound for 5 weeks!!! I have to cut myself a little slack. This is the week before my not so monthly visitor, so I am retaining water thanks to hormones. HOPEFULLY when "Aunt Flo" leaves, the bitch will take some water with her.

Depressed and defeated, I stepped off the scale and grabbed my measuring tape. After taking my measurements, then comparing them to a month ago, I was pleased to see that despite my scale sassing me, my measurements are moving, albeit sllooowwwly.

In addition to the measurements slightly cheering me, I can definitely FEEL my muscles starting to get firm under my layer of...ahem...warmth. Especially my upper legs, my chest and my shoulders. So I KNOW I am making headway, no matter how much the scale wants to ruin my day.

It's measurement day, yo.

Scales body fat percentage: Starting = 35.8%/ Wk 8 = 33.4% (same this month, -2.4% total)

Bust - 43 to 40.75 to 41.5 to 41.5 (none this month, -1.5" total)
Waist - 36.5 to 33 to 33 to 32.5(-.5" this month, -4" total)
Hips - 46 to 45 to 43.75 to 43.5(-.25" this month, -2.5" total)
Belly - 45.5 to 43 to 41.75 to 40.5( -1.25" this month, 5" total)
Biceps - 15 to 14.25 to 14.25 to 14.25(no change this month, -.75 total)
Thigh - 28.25 to 27.5 to 26.5 to 26.5( no change this month, -1.75" total)
Calf - 16.75 to 16.5 to 16.5 to 16.25" (-.25" this month, -.5" total)

Down 2.25 inches this month, with the most dramatic shift coming from my belly. I'm starting to look less pregnant. That's always a plus when you AREN'T pregnant.

Starting weight - 188.3

2 weeks ago - 173.5

Today - 173.3

This is a total loss of 15 pounds. Any victories to share? Feel free!

10/22/09

Motherhood Is Scary

If it was anyone else...ANYONE, I would have pressed charges. The charge? Assault with bodily fluids. In the past 11 years, I have been teared on, puked on, bled on, peed on, snotted on, sneezed on, coughed on, and shit on. Who am I kidding, I've had all of those things happen within the last year. The need for my children to mark me with their various forms of excretions is unnerving, to say the least. Unwelcome. Those are the parties that have danced on my sweaters uninvited for years. My clothes stay clean for about 5 minutes. Even better, I've had to voluntarily go to places where no person without latex gloves and an M.D. should ever have to go. For free. I've fished boogers out of tiny nostrils. I've wiped little noses on my own shirt. I know how easily action figure accessories fit in ears and smacking someone on the other side of the head doesn't dislodge them from the sticky wax. I've made thermometers cry, "WHY??? Why did you put me in THERE???" Motherhood is scary.

I used to have a body that made men cry. Now the only one crying over my body is me. I have stretchmarks from my tits to my toes. I look like I used to wrestle sharp-clawed tigers naked for a living. Deep gashes of faded scars line my once firm landscape, rivaled only by the pitted landscape of cellulite that pock my legs. Speaking of boobs...swing low sweet chariots! Could gravity let off a little? The silver lining, it won't be long before they cover over my beautiful c-section scar. Whoever said that breastfeeding will help you lose weight is working for the devil. With each birth I get progressively hairier. My mustache is the envy of many Chicago police officers. Chuck Norris's chest hair is grafted from my fingers and toes. I'm competing with my 11 year old son over who can grow out a full beard first. So far, I'm winning. Motherhood is scary.

I let my kids play video games and watch TV. There are no imposed limits. Did I teach my boys to read on a grade level well above their peers? Hell no. Elmo did. I let my kids eat sugary cereal. Everyday. They drink soda too. It's diet. Does that make it better or worse? I've been so behind on grocery shopping, I've thrown pepperonis, saltines and chocolate chips in their backpacks and called it lunch. I yell. And I cuss. I have a real fear that one day I will LOSE. IT. on my kids in public and end up on some grainy surveillance video footage that Nancy Grace will get ahold of. I've doled out consequences and punishments that break their hearts so bad it makes me cry. My kids have pissed me off so bad that, in my mind, the next logical step involves duct tape and a padlock and an angry badger. Motherhood is scary.

But.

I've heard that sound. That first cry out of the womb. The most familiar voice you've never heard. I've had that sound penetrate my ears, infect my brain, fill up my heart, pump through my veins and rock my very soul to the core. In that moment, you believe in love at first sight. In that moment, exists true love. Primal, pure and infinite. In that moment, you realize, nothing matters, has mattered or will ever matter more than this. Motherhood is scary.



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