Sad

Just when I vow to blog more frequently, everything seemed to blow up all at once.  My diet and fitness activities are pretty much non-existent.  I forced myself to weigh in this past Saturday, and I am at a new all-time highest weight.

It will be a few days before I can hopefully slow down and settle back into any routine.  The worst thing that has happened is, we had a death in the family, my fiance’s uncle, who is one of the coolest people I have ever known.  He has been sick, and thankfully last weekend we drove several hours to spend some time with him and take him drawings and notes from the kids.  The first time I met him, he hugged me and told me to consider myself part of the family.  How could I not love him?  Especially when he soon revealed his smart-alecky sense of humor and willingness to just speak his mind, usually to comedic effect.  I loved to just watch his facial expressions during a conversation.  He didn’t have to say a word to communicate a ton.

The kids were with us this weekend when we found out he died.  I’m glad they found out with us, face to face, and were able to cry and hold onto us and talk about it.  I have nothing positive to say about their egg donor, and with good reason.  If we would have had to call them while they were with her to tell them he was gone, she would have gotten angry and irritated with their crying, as if he didn’t matter.  She’s done it before.

I’ve given in to emotional eating in a big way, and I know it has to stop.  I’m just adding more unhealthy weight and hurting myself.  This evening I will go along to drop the kids off with Psycho, so no workout today, and then we need to travel for the funeral.  I will deal with all this diet and weight loss stuff when we get back.  For right now, I honestly don’t have the energy.

Enough Already

I am not a Lady Gaga fan.  Not my style of music, and I see her as basically a minimally-talented attention seeker.  I’m sure she doesn’t lie awake at night, obsessing about my opinion in between deciding what to spend her millions on, and anyway, why I am sharing this with you?

Because I love football, and I watched the Super Bowl and sort of watched Lady Gaga’s halftime performance.  I thought it was more lights flashing and sparks flying and silly costumes than it was an actual musical performance, but obviously it wasn’t geared toward my style.  (Does anyone just wear jeans and a t-shirt and sing their songs and let that be that anymore?)

I ended up scrolling through my Facebook feed to see how my friends were reacting to the Patriots being at the losing end of the game (at halftime, anyway).  I stopped when I read a post a friend of mine had liked.  A woman I don’t know had written “Lady Gaga needs a tummy tuck!” followed by “LOL” and some smiley faces.

I am so ripping, blazing, freaking sick of women being held up to be critiqued, insulted, torn apart, analyzed, and put down based exclusively on whether they are skin and bones enough for our dumbass society.  What the hell did Lady Gaga’s tummy have to do with her performance?  Hell, I didn’t even notice her tummy or any other specific body part, maybe because I’m a mature human being who was focused on the performance as a whole, whether I liked it or not, not itching to put down a woman based on absurd societal standards.

Can you tell it made me mad?

I don’t know the woman who posted that, but since she posted it publicly and it ended up on my feed because a so-called friend of mine liked it, I responded to her post by telling her that it’s fine if she didn’t like Lady Gaga’s performance, but critiquing and insulting her body as a form of cheap entertainment really should have been beneath her.

A funny thing happened. Before my comment, about 17 people liked her post, and of those, 15 were women.  After my comment, suddenly people stopped liking it, as if it had to be pointed out to them that it was a childish and pointless post, or it just wasn’t cool to join in anymore.

The saddest part is, my friend who liked it struggles continually with her weight.  It seems very hypocritical to like a nasty comment about someone else’s body.  If someone told her she needed a tummy tuck, she’d burst into tears or flee to Facebook for comforting comments and reassurance, and everyone would slam whoever said it instead of liking it and making smiley faces to indicate how oh-so-humorous they thought it was.

Whether I like Lady Gaga or not, I have to admit, the performance required a lot of work, a lot of practice, a lot of coordination of a zillion moving parts all at once.  When is our society ever going to focus on what a woman does instead of how she looks?  I bet no one analyzed or critiqued how any of the football players looked last night, whether their uniform was looking a little tight, whether any of the guys might need some specific cosmetic procedure. No, they were allowed to come out, do a job, and be recognized for their performance, what they DO, not what they look like.

It’s high time…actually, way past time…that we pay women the same respect.

And really, what’s with 15 of the 17 likes being from women?  What the hell is there to like about a bitchy comment about another woman’s body?  Petty much?  Did insulting Lady Gaga suddenly make them drop 20 pounds?  What’s in it for them?

We women have a long, long battle ahead of us if we are still fighting other women.  That’s beyond sad.  That’s pathetic.  I don’t give a free pass to the men who liked it, because they are jackasses too, but come on, ladies.  Can we at least lead by example and not step on our own necks and each other, and call it humor or entertainment and anything except what it truly is, a mindless and spineless waste of time and childish, trifling, and shallow crap?

Frozen Meals: Yuck!

I’ve never been a huge fan of frozen meals. First, the picture on the box always looks delicious, hearty, a nice, filling, satisfying serving of deliciousness.  Then you open the package, and you quizically wonder why that square of cardboard and that slimy pile of green ooze is in there, when it’s supposed to be chicken and broccoli.

But I hate to cook, so I have a habit of leaving a frozen meal or two in the freezer for those inevitable days I’m rushing to get out of the house in the morning and I forgot to pack my lunch the night before.  That happened earlier this week, and I was patting myself on the back for my forethought and planning as I slung a Lean Cuisine into my bag, patted the cats on their heads, and waltzed off to work.

I wasn’t patting my back later, after lunch, however.  I was holding my stomach and resisting the urge to groan loudly, since that would have drawn suspicious glances from my nearby co-workers.  It just kept getting worse.  It was like my stomach was tying itself in knots and making balloon animals to entertain itself.  To call it a stomachache is like calling an earthquake a gentle nudge.

My plan had been to work out when I got home, but I felt horrible.  I cleaned for half an hour to still get some activity minutes, but I started to feel nauseated and knew anything more vigorous than curling up in a ball on the couch and repeatedly telling my fiance “My stomach hurts” wasn’t going to happen.

Now, I have had some bad experiences with frozen meals.  Some of them just taste like crap, and none of them are filling.  I’ve certainly never pushed one away from me and announced, “That’s just too much for me to eat!  I’m so full!” or “Wow, that was scrumptious!”  I have pretty low expectations for frozen meals and consider them a convenience item, nothing more.

After how I felt last night, I’m pretty sure I’m not going to buy any more.  Anyone else ever get sick after eating a frozen meal, or am I just an oddball?

February Goals

Good-bye, January, and hello, February!  One month of 2017 is already down, and I have no progress at all to show for it. Zilch.  Nada.

No fear: I’m going to make up for that with a bang in February.  I watched 12 months slide by with no results last year.  I don’t want to do that again.

My goals for February are to lose 10 pounds; to get consistent again with logging my food; to cut waaaaay down on soda; and get consistent with exercise again (at least 5-6 days a week).
Enough screwing around.  I have a lot of weight to lose, and it’s not going to lose itself!
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