tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50250543559045594472024-02-02T00:36:55.582-08:00Too FattiesLosing it with Two Ton Tilly and Tub of LardDumb Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00912124222427415284noreply@blogger.comBlogger93125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025054355904559447.post-44928932174390304282010-10-09T09:29:00.000-07:002010-10-09T09:53:17.570-07:00My grill is jacked...againI lived through five years of orthodontic work. To put it nicely, my grill was jacked. I had an extreme overbite, I had to have four teeth pulled because of overcrowding, my two front teeth sat like a "v" and were so big they had to be filed down. Yes, they had to be filed down! So not cute. <br /><br />So after my parents shelled out all their hard earned cash to fix my teeth you'd think I'd have the perfect smile because, really I should. But back in the day when I got my braces taken off the retainer that I was supposed to wear to keep my teeth in their new perfect resting place, was made of wire, and uncomfortable and just not cool. So being the stubborn-know-it-all-13-year-old that I was, that thing laid around and collected dust. <br /><br />And you know what happened? Exactly what my orthodontist, my parents and everyone who knows anything told me would happen—my bottom teeth, not so pretty and straight anymore. And it freaking sucks! After all those years of pain, cracked lips, cut cheeks…my grill is jacked again.<br /><br />When I got my first real job after college Invisalign was the new thing and I was all about getting it. I made an appointment at the orthodontist and was told that I’m a great candidate. That was until they told me the price. Other options given to me where the standard wire braces but I really wanted Invisalign since I didn't want to endure the wires, look and pain of traditional braces like I had in the past. I was just starting out and just couldn’t afford it so I settled for a new and improved retainer to keep my teeth from moving any more than they already had. I figured in a few years once I was more established in my career I would get Invisalign. <br /><br />But <STRIKE> bills and added expenses piled up</STRIKE> life went on, and it hasn’t happened. <br /><br />Your <STRIKE>grill</STRIKE> smile is the first thing people notice when meeting you. I would love to have the opportunity to finish what I started 23 years ago.<br /><br />**this post is an entry to the Invisalign Teen “Tell Us What a New Smile Means to You” Contest!TooFattieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03021030152203268706noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025054355904559447.post-45203555993877086412010-09-28T10:26:00.000-07:002010-09-28T10:51:55.770-07:00The Joys of Online DatingI’ve found that online dating loses its appeal after about a month. That’s when the bombardment of emails from interested strangers goes from flattering to overwhelming and annoying. I’m currently in week six.<br /><br />Top 5 reasons why online dating is currently sucking<br /><br />1) It’s freaking time consuming. It’s seriously like a part-time job. I spend all day on a computer at work. Then I come home and spend at least an hour emailing, answering questions and <strike>pretending</strike> to pouring my deepest hopes and dreams to…strangers. I recently read an article about a company who does all this work for you. They do all the flirty, online banter and all you have to do is go on the dates. I would hire them if I had the cash to blow. <br /><br />2) It’s overwhelming. I’m communicating with way too many men. I know it’s my fault, I could not respond to more of them, but they all seem to contact me at the same time and now I’m communicating with eight guys who I’ll probably never even meet. I just haven’t figured out how to weed out all the losers from the beginning. I really hate juggling and kinda suck at it...because it's overwhelming.<br /><br />3) A lot of the dudes are losers. They don’t understand how to ask a woman out, or even get to know someone for that matter. Sending an email that says, “You should call me,” will not get you anywhere with me, because I will not be calling you…ever. Some girls my like that. I do not.<br /><br />4) A lot of the dudes are losers. And rude. If I give you my phone number, please don’t call me at 10:45 p.m. on a Tuesday to chat for the first time. I’m sleeping. And then don’t leave a message. Then wait a week call again at the same time, this time leave a message but tell me it’s only OK for me to call you back if I’m up right now. If not, you’ll be contacting me later on in the week. Makes me think you’re hiding something, like a wife.<br /><br />5) A lot of the dudes are losers. They are mostly <strike>ugly</strike> unattractive. And I’m not looking for perfection. Looks can grow on me if you have a good personality but, they can’t even bring that to the table.TooFattieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03021030152203268706noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025054355904559447.post-52701271655509877382010-07-21T10:52:00.000-07:002010-07-21T11:38:42.748-07:00Accent Cellulite Treatment UpdateAfter a lot of back and forth at my first session (thank you Dawn and Lisa for helping me through my crazy!) I decided to have the fronts of my thighs treated. (So from the top of the knee to the mid-thigh area.) This isn't really the part of my thigh with the "deepest" cellulite, which for me is on my hip area, but it's the area that I felt would be most practical for my life.<br /><br />I mean, my goal is to wear shorts and shorter skirts and dresses. I'm never in a bathing suit and if I'm naked in front of you, you don't care about my cellulite anyway. At least you better not.<br /><br />I'm doing very well with the treatments. They aren't painful at all. Only a little hot at times but never, ever uncomfortable. I'd describe them as a warm massaging feeling.<br /><br />I've had three sessions and haven't seen any dramatic changes, I'm not <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">rockin</span>' the shorts yet, but I have noticed some slight improvements. Word! I was told from the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">beginning</span> that it usually takes four treatments to start seeing improvements, so this is pretty much what I expected. I think I will take photos after my next appointment too since it will be the halfway point. Plus it'll make it easier to see what's really going on.TooFattieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03021030152203268706noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025054355904559447.post-80606144715975954712010-06-04T11:00:00.001-07:002010-06-04T12:09:13.609-07:00I had the golden ticketA couple of weeks ago I won the cellulite reshaping package from <a href="http://www.belifestyle.net/"><span style="color:#3366ff;">BE Lifestyle <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">MedSpa</span></span> </a>during the <a href="http://www.hipasiwannabe.com/2010/05/blogging/announcing-momz-share-a-new-series-of-quarterly-networking-events-for-dc-metro-area-mom-bloggers/"><span style="color:#3366ff;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Momz</span> Share</span></a>* Silver Spring Soiree raffle.<br /><br />I was so happy I totally lost my shit.<br /><br />At first, I <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">couldn</span>’t believe I won.<br /><br />I just stood there staring at the ticket. I think I may have even asked for a repeat of the numbers. The <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">BFF</span> probably repeated about three times, “Dude, you won,” before I could except that <em>I</em>, the girl who never wins anything, the one with the <em>worst</em> luck in the world, had actually won something that she really, really wanted.<br /><br /><br />I have obsessed about the cellulite on my thighs for years. I've tried all sorts of crazy <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">antics</span> to get rid of the crap (you can read about it <a href="http://www.celluliteinvestigation.com/2010/05/cellulite-stories-declassified-codename.html"><span style="color:#3366ff;">here</span></a>) but never in a million years did I think that I would be getting any kind of real cosmetic procedure.<br /><br />Until now...<br /><br />So, I went in for my consultation and last week. I was a little nervous, you know the whole taking off your clothes and pointing out your fatty areas to strangers thing, but everyone was super nice and made me feel very comfortable. Dr. Cohen was the plastic surgeon who saw me and he thinks I'm a perfect <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">candidate</span> for the Accent cellulite body reshaping <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">treatments</span> and that I should see great results! I then spoke with Marian who explained the entire <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">procedure</span> in detail and let me ask 101 questions.<br /><br />I'm totally in.<br /><br />I set up my first appointment for next week. I'm so excited to get started. I still can't believe that it's actually going to happen.<br /><br />I'm also having a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">VISIA</span> complexion skin analysis of my face done. It'll provide an assesment of my skin features, like wrinkles and sun damage that can't be seen with the naked eye. This way I'm sure that my skin-care treatment is tailored especially for my needs. Pretty cool.<br /><br />So, maybe the next time you see me I'll be showin' some thigh.**<br /><br />*<span style="font-size:78%;">No, you <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">didn</span>’t miss anything. Still not a momma, just a certified mom-blog-stalker, so they let me hang.</span><br />**<span style="font-size:78%;">Something I haven't done since circa 2001.</span>TooFattieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03021030152203268706noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025054355904559447.post-32753166911099503882010-05-11T10:35:00.000-07:002010-05-11T10:54:55.581-07:00Back on the WagonI'm officially back on the wagon.<br /><br />I'm once again a paying member of the weight watchers (WW) online program.<br /><br />Why? <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Because</span> when not closely monitored, I can't be trusted to make the right food choices or eat the proper portions.<br /><br />How do I know this? I've gained eight pounds since kicking WW to the curb at the end of February.<br /><br />"I know the rules. Why I'm I still paying for this?," I thought. <br /><br />And I've learned, that I can't be trusted to follow the rules unless I'm actually documenting and counting the points that I'm consuming each day.<br /><br />I cannot be trusted.<br /><br />I don't want to totally lose control when I've come so far, so it's back on the wagon for me. 22 points a day! Whew!TooFattieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03021030152203268706noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025054355904559447.post-82367683007326707412010-05-05T09:03:00.000-07:002010-05-05T11:07:25.321-07:00My Cellulite StoryEven after my recent weight loss I won't wear shorts, or a bathing suit, or a short skirt or pretty anything that shows my thighs in public. And it's all because of cellulite.<br /><br /><br />It rules my life.<br /><br /><br />It's a problem. I know.<br /><br /><br />I'm working on it.<br /><br /><br />I found this really awesome blog called the <a href="http://www.celluliteinvestigation.com/"><span style="color:#3333ff;">Cellulite Investigation</span></a>. You should check it out. And not just because I'm currently there sharing my personal <a href="http://www.celluliteinvestigation.com/2010/05/cellulite-stories-declassified-codename.html"><span style="color:#3333ff;">Cellulite Story</span></a> (code name: YoYo CoCo) but because there is just so much useful information. Now go, check it out!TooFattieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03021030152203268706noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025054355904559447.post-23425834152767230712010-04-14T19:15:00.000-07:002010-04-14T19:17:52.166-07:00Looking For Me?!Looking for some new material?!<br /><br />Guest posting over at <a href="http://parentingbydummies.com/">parenting BY dummies</a> today so come check me out!Dumb Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00912124222427415284noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025054355904559447.post-65435384122015766562010-03-31T21:00:00.000-07:002010-03-31T21:00:03.898-07:00Blog World Domination by Dumb Mom<p>Hello everyone, I am Dumb Mom (yes, THE Dumb Mom), and I’m here representing <strike>the bestes blog eva</strike> parenting BY dummies.</p><p>Some of you may already know me from my previous days as one of the Too Fatties. <br /></p><p>While I am still, clearly, a card carrying member of the club (having gained weight since beginning, and subsequently quitting this blog with BFF) I am not longer and contributing member of this blog.</p><p>If you have missed me, then today is your lucky day!<br /></p>I have been an active member of the blogging community since December, 2008, which means I am coming up on my 18 month blog-a-versary.<br /><br /><p>I have experienced some success with my blog (you know stuff that matters like followers, traffic, comments, Google page rank), but nothing to really write home about (not that I have to since my mother stalks my blog shamelessly).<br /></p><p>But, I haven’t gotten to the point where I feel accomplished or truly successful as a blogger (aka the point at which the money begins to roll in).</p>Don’t get me wrong, I don’t live in Crazy Blogger Delisuionalville so I know that I’m not likely to be the next Dooce (no PPD ravings here) or the next Pioneer Woman (no sexy cowboy hubby either), but you know, I kinda would like to be a respected member of the blogging community.<br /><br />And, I’m sorta sick of waiting for my content to make it happen for me.<br /><p>Plus, I don’t know anybody (‘cause you know, blogging, like real life, is a lot about who you know), at least not anybody who <strike>likes me</strike> wants to <strike>let me ride their coattails to the top</strike> support my “brand”.</p>So I came up with a new plan.<br /><br />A plan to ensure blog-world domination in as little as 6 weeks.<br /><br />A genius plan really.<br /><p>To eliminate to competition and <strike>make people like me</strike> catapult me to the top.</p><p>Buying blogs!</p><p>That’s right people, B-U-Y-I-N-G them.<br /></p><p>I figured that one of the main obstacles standing in the way of my become-a-popular-blogger-so-people-will-pay-me plan is that the market is becoming a bit saturated.</p><p>It’s getting too hard to have a blog.<br /></p><p>Now you have to worry about annoyingly time consuming junk like <a href="http://www.profitablemommyblogging.com/10-things-you-absolutely-need-to-know-about-personal-branding/">personal branding</a>, <a href="http://www.thesitsgirls.com/2010/03/seo-browser/">SEO</a>, <a href="http://www.thesitsgirls.com/2010/01/find-your-blogging-tribe/">building a blog community</a>, and other stuff I’ll let you know about when I figure out what it is.</p><p>And. You need a niche.</p>A niche that is supported by good content.<br /><br />I don’t have a niche (unless you call being a suckit mom who is strangely funny a niche), or time to think about my brand, or brains to master SEO.<br /><br />So, I’m taking the easy way out…MONEY.<br /><br />It may not be able to buy you love (which I’m not sure I agree with) but it can buy you blogs, because everyone needs it and most of us like it (which is more than I can say for my blog).<br /><br /><p>So the other night when I sat down to do my figuring, I figured that what I need to do is get some cash, find some in-the-market-for-some-cash bloggers, and give it to them to <strike>to go away</strike> let me be the creative director on their sites.</p>Basically they post about me and me related material and all is well.<br /><br /><p>And, guess what?!</p>It worked!<br /><br />I’ve turned 12 of them so far!<br /><br /><p>So instead of reading about <a href="http://www.peanutbutterinmyhair.blogspot.com/">Mama B’s peanut butter life</a>, or <a href="http://sevenclowncircus.com/">Angie’s Seven Clowns</a>, or <a href="http://www.hipasiwannabe.com/">Jen’s Hipness</a>, or <a href="http://thedailydribbles.blogspot.com/">KMama’s Daily Dribbles</a>, or <a href="http://marfmom.com/">Marf Mom’s Marfan</a>, or <a href="http://www.when-did-i-become-my-mom.com/">When SHE became her mom</a>, or <a href="http://thetoofatties.blogspot.com/">Being a former Fatty</a>, or how HER <a href="http://charissej.blogspot.com/">Life Gone Awry</a>, or <a href="http://www.thebeedot.com/">Amy’s B Hole</a>, or <a href="http://supahmommy.blogspot.com/">Supah’s Adventures</a>, or <a href="http://faemom.wordpress.com/">Faemom’s Faeness</a>?, or even <a href="http://www.extremeparenthood.com/">Sunday’s Extreme Parenthood</a>, you get to read about moi.</p><p>Before they sign off <strike>for good</strike> for the duration of their written-in-blood contracts they have each written one last post for you here: <a href="http://parentingbydummies.com/">parenting BY dummies</a>.</p>I urge you to give them a chance to explain why they’ve <strike>sold you out to The Man (The Man being ME)</strike> succumbed to the Dumb.<br /><p>Come on over and say adios to your beloved bloggers. MWAHAHAHA!!!</p>P.S. I am currently not on the hunt for other blogs to dominate as I have run into a bit of an issue with my blog-world-domination budget plan. #therecessionisruiningeverythingDumb Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00912124222427415284noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025054355904559447.post-87265850135845379212010-03-05T07:03:00.000-08:002010-03-05T07:42:03.024-08:00Just shy of the big 2-0I haven't posted in a few weeks but I've been fighting to lose the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">snowpocalypes</span> pounds I put on, ugh, but I did it.<br /><br />And I'm happy to report that I've it lost 3 more pounds bringing my total weight loss down to 19 pounds!!!<br /><br />Hells yeah! Kinda hard to believe.<br /><br />I'm wearing jeans I haven't been able to fit into in almost two years.<br /><br />WW says that I should lose 8 more pounds to the be in the healthy weight range for my height. My goals are more dress/pants size driven but since I'm on a roll here, I'm sure I can hit that number.<br /><br />I'll have to post some pictures for you.<br /><br />******<br /><br />The dating life has been.....<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">nonexistent</span>. I think I'm going to have to jump online again and try a different site this time. If nothing else, I'll get <strike>a few free drinks</strike> have stories to share with you.TooFattieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03021030152203268706noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025054355904559447.post-42720859162374675202010-02-06T05:43:00.000-08:002010-02-06T06:30:16.906-08:00whoo hoo?I lost 2 lbs!!! It's amazing! I told you the scale hasn't budged in weeks.<br /><br />But this is where it gets scary. I'm snowed in.<br /><br />Not sure why Mother Nature's got her panties in a wad but she's gone crazy.<br /><br />This is like the second blizzard in two months. So not typical for the DC metro area. We probably had a total of 7 inches of snow last year. There's probably about 21 inches outside right now and it's supposed to snow all day today.<br /><br />This is not helping my cause. I'm trying to control the eating but it's really hard when you're stuck in the house alone all weekend. Plus, I stocked up on wine. I mean what else is there to do. Seriously, when the power flickered last night, my first reaction was to get up and open a bottle. (I already had the real emergency supplies ready. I'm not that crazy. Ha!)<br /><br />So, on the agenda for today and tomorrow:<br /><ul><li>call and send texts to friends and family in Florida trying to make them feel sorry for me</li><li>hope the power stays on</li><li>clear out the DVR</li><li>PPV a movie</li><li>hope the power stays on</li><li>drink some wine</li><li>watch the Super Bowl<br /></li><li>clean=boo</li><li>dig my car out=BOO<br /></li><li>drink some wine</li><li>hope the power stays on</li></ul>TooFattieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03021030152203268706noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025054355904559447.post-71947999659082852002010-02-01T13:01:00.000-08:002010-02-01T13:36:21.630-08:00I'm still aliveSo I've been MIA for awhile. Two months to be exact, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">aahhhh</span>, I know.<br /><br />I've been in a funk though and didn't want crank out one depressing post after another.<br /><br />Anyway, even though I've been gone for so long it won't take me long to catch you up on what I've been up to:<br /><br />Not dating and kicking ass at losing weight.<br /><br />Yep, I've lost 14 pounds! And it feels really good. I'd like to lose at <span style="font-style: italic;">least</span> 10 more.<br /><br />Unfortunately, I think I need to step up my game because I haven't lost a single pound in the last three weeks...TooFattieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03021030152203268706noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025054355904559447.post-63168471158639775062009-11-29T04:29:00.000-08:002009-11-29T04:45:24.355-08:00Saturday weigh-inI'm down two more pounds!<br /><br />It's seriously freaking amazing that I was able to still lose two pounds this week, you know with Thanksgiving and all. But I was bribing myself with a new pair of shoes. I told myself that if I could drop two pounds this week I'd reward myself with a new pair of shoes.<br /><br />Well, I got a seeding ticket on the way home from Thanksgiving dinner, which may pretty much wipe out the shoe budget and then some. Sigh. I'll find out on Monday how much I owe.<br /><br />Anyway, I was actually able to wear a pair of jeans on Friday that I haven't been able to wear in over a year. They're still a little snug but that was a huge motivation to stay on track.TooFattieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03021030152203268706noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025054355904559447.post-82976722438695607612009-11-22T05:19:00.001-08:002009-11-22T05:19:19.553-08:00It's All About the Partnership Baby!<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; cursor: pointer; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1258895265_0">Losing weight</span> is hard. So when it was time to get serious about shedding the extra pounds we put on over the years, of course it was only natural that Two Ton Tilly (aka PBD) my BFF and I decided to do it together. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Because we do most things together. <span style=""> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">And trying to losing weight together just seemed like it would be easier. We could keep each other motivated, encourage each other to exercise, and most of all have someone else to <span style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34);"><strike></span>suffer<span style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34);"></strike></span> make <span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1258895265_1">healthy food choices</span> with. And pass on the cupcakes with.<span style=""> </span>And take a walks with. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">But also someone who can be totally honest with you and tell you that you’re never ever going to be the size you were when you 16 again. And you know what? It’s OK because it made your head look big. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">We believe partnership can create great things in all aspects of our lives and that’s why we were inspired to get involved with the Path to Peace Project. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Launched in 2005, the Path to Peace Project was built on the idea of creating change by providing income-generating opportunities to women in <span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1258895265_2">Rwanda</span>. The project provides income to rural woman who were never able to earn money while keeping alive their history and culture. And also creating an American market for Rwandan women’s crafts.<span style=""> </span><span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);">It created trade partnerships with artisans in recovering regions to bring the power of change to Rwanda and <span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1258895265_3">Indonesia</span>. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);">One of the crafts, <a name="SAWARN1d682fj" id="SAWARN1d682fj" original_name="" original_id="" real_href="http://www.macys.com/catalog/index.ognc?CategoryID=28736&PageID=123424111767961" rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://www.macys.com/catalog/index.ognc?CategoryID=28736&PageID=123424111767961"><span style="color: rgb(195, 57, 11); text-decoration: none;">The O Bracelet</span></a>, was recently featured in <span style=""><a name="SAWARN1d682fj" id="SAWARN1d682fj" original_name="" original_id="" real_href="http://www.oprah.com/article/omagazine/200910-omag-obracelet-rwanda-new-orleans" rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://www.oprah.com/article/omagazine/200910-omag-obracelet-rwanda-new-orleans"><span style="text-decoration: none;">O Magazine</span></a>.<i> </i></span></span>Each bracelet in this series is hand-made by two women—a weaver in Rwanda and a jewelry artist in <span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1258895265_4">New Orleans</span>. Besides being a beautiful accessory, the message is all about partnership and that partnership can create great things. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">The Path to Peace Project now employs thousands of weavers and impacts tens of thousands of lives. As measured by health, education, decreased violence and increased hope and reconciliation, the project has produced remarkable results and been widened to included textiles and jewelry.<span style=""> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">For more information on how you can get involved visit <a name="SAWARN1d682fj" id="SAWARN1d682fj" original_name="" original_id="" real_href="http://macys.com/Rwanda" target="_blank" href="http://macys.com/Rwanda"><span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1258895265_5">macys.com/Rwanda</span></a></p>Dumb Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00912124222427415284noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025054355904559447.post-60170791562687783672009-11-20T08:48:00.000-08:002009-11-20T09:05:32.472-08:00Friday weigh-inI lost 2 more lbs. this week!<br /><br />I'm on a roll.<br /><br />I made good food choices even in social situations.<br /><br />I do have to confess though that I didn't <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">exercise</span> at all.<br /><br />I'm really going to work harder on this. Of course I do have an excuse (mostly because I can come up with an excuse for just about anything) but I did have an <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">extremely</span> tough week which included me going off on someone (property manager, totally deserved) and someone going off on me (boss, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">totally</span> not deserved). Pretty stressed at the moment. I've heard <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">exercise</span> can help with that but I'm not sure how to get myself going when I'm so exhausted and my head is <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">constantly</span> hurting.<br /><br />Anyway, enough about that.<br /><br />I lost 2 more lbs. and it's Friday.TooFattieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03021030152203268706noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025054355904559447.post-43731434559999949922009-11-16T12:31:00.000-08:002009-11-16T12:59:21.791-08:00So get thisWell, by Friday evening I'd decided that I really didn't want to go on this date and was contemplating how I was going to get out of it.<br /><br />So, I decided to wait him out. See what he came up with and then let him down easy.<br /><br />But as the hours passed and I hadn't heard from him I just got annoyed. What if I was sitting here waiting on this dude excited about our date. He didn't send a message canceling until almost 1 p.m. on Sunday. Something about being busy with work, here's my number, call me sometime, maybe we can reschedule.<br /><br />Maybe not. Let me rephrase that, no. But, I'm not even going to respond to his email. No point.<br /><br />So, that's the end to my online dating run. My membership expires in a few days. I think I may take my profile down early. I'm just over it...for now anyway. I need a break.TooFattieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03021030152203268706noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025054355904559447.post-11391767407414531702009-11-13T07:28:00.000-08:002009-11-13T07:56:47.899-08:00Friday weigh-inI lost four pounds!!! Thank the Lord. Because I needed some motivation.<br /><br />Now I know all about taking weight off slowly and two pounds a week is the healthiest, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. And my body will totally pull the brakes on this four pounds in a week business so I'm just going to enjoy it for now.<br /><br />I seem to be getting over the hump of being as hungry and my body is getting used to less calories in a day. However, weekends are always the most challenging. This weekend I'll be going to a birthday party which means I'll have to control myself around the cake, ice cream and wine (my weakness) and then the date on Sunday.<br /><br />And speaking of the date on Sunday. I'm kinda over it and don't even really want to go anymore. Mostly <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">because</span> I'm pretty annoyed about our plans, or should I say lack there of, at this point. You know me planner, likes to know what to expect, some would say uptight, I would say suck it, whatever, I like to know when I'm doing something. And I like it when a guy knows how to plan a damn date.<br /><br />He suggested the day.<br /><br />I accepted and said sure let me know what you have in mind.<br /><br />He suggested the city (mid way between the both of us, cool).<br /><br />I said that was perfect.<br /><br />He said I'm not familiar with that area.<br /><br />So you know what I did? I googled it. Cause you know what? <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Neither</span> am I. So sent him a message asking him what he wanted to do since he didn't ever say. Grab something to eat? Brunch? Lunch? Dinner? And provided him with a link to all the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">restaurants</span> in the city.<br /><br />He said I'll pick something good and get back to you.<br /><br />That was Wednesday night.TooFattieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03021030152203268706noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025054355904559447.post-88238464970574029342009-11-11T08:38:00.000-08:002009-11-11T09:41:21.431-08:00She made me do itI try not to lie...unless I'm forced to. And last night my power sculpting class instructor, she forced me to. After class as I'm putting away my hand weights she calls me out and asks me how I'm doing.<br /><br />Me: I'm fine.<br /><br />Her: Well, make sure you drink lots of water. You haven't been here in a long time.<br /><br />Me: <span style="font-style: italic;">*Trying to hurry and get the hell outta there*</span> OK, thanks. I will.<br /><br />Her: But you <span style="font-style: italic;">have</span> still been exercising even though you haven't been coming to this class right?<br /><br />Me: Yeah, it's just really hard for me to make it here because of work and everything. (bold face lie.)<br /><br />I have not been exercising and I can honestly only blame work for missing class once. The only part of that statement that was true was the "and everything" which would include me being too lazy to come to class.<br /><br />Counting points is going well. The first few days of Weight Watchers (WW) are always the hardest for me. I'm currently on day three. I'm fine until about 3 p.m. and then I'm just hungry the rest of the evening. Even with my snacks and dinner. But I'll pull through because I know it will get easier as my body gets used to it.<br /><br />Dating<br /><br />Funny Man finally asked me out on a date for this Sunday. About time. I guess he could sense he was losing me since it took me a week to respond to his last email. I know that's not cool on my part but I was having a rough week and he wasn't giving me anything to get excited about. Hopefully we'll get along well in real life.TooFattieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03021030152203268706noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025054355904559447.post-28361901875825847312009-11-06T07:20:00.000-08:002009-11-06T08:01:23.331-08:00Taking controlI've gained two pounds. Not too bad considering I've been eating everything I want. And I mean everything. And not working out. <br /><br />It's getting really ugly. So ugly, I actually emptied my work trash can this morning before the trash guy, who I flirt with like a middle schooler came to empty it, because all it was filled with was candy wrappers. <br /><br />Yes, I'm that sad. <br /><br />On both fronts, flirting with the 20-year-old-janitor and hiding my eating habits from him. And I guess there's a third front, the fact that I have a trash can filled with nothing but candy wrappers. You know since I'm trying to lose weight and all.<br /><br />Anyway, I have to take control of this situation. If I stay on this path I know what can happen. I gained 20 pounds between September and December of last year. <br /><br />I know my issues. I L-O-V-E food. Even when I'm not hungry. I over eat. My portions are insane. <br /><br />So, I decided to join weight watchers online again. I know it's going to be extremely hard to stick to during this time of year but the program has worked for me in the past. And I need the visual. Keeping track in my head isn't working. <br /><br /><strong>Dating</strong><br />Not much excitement on the dating front. I didn't go out with the guy I talked to last week. I never heard from him again. I am having issues with my phone so if he called and didn't leave a message it's like it never happened. But the way I see it is he could've tried again, left a message or emailed me. So anyway, I've also been emailing another guy who is really funny BUT I'm getting bored because he hasn't made a move to meet up or even talk on the phone. Which means, I'm going to have to do it or I'll get bored enough to just let him go.TooFattieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03021030152203268706noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025054355904559447.post-7074360555699399722009-10-29T13:23:00.000-07:002009-10-30T07:11:00.304-07:00Elevator EtiquetteI use three elevators to maneuver between my car and office everyday. And I've noticed that some people obviously weren't taught proper etiquette for elevator usage. So I've come up with some simple rules to follow.<br /><br />1. Whoever is waiting for the elevator first, gets on the elevator first. I walked up, pushed the button and have been waiting so don't come from behind, throw your shoulder in front of me and get on the elevator first. Not cool.<br /><br />2. Once you're on the elevator move to the back. If you don't you're blocking the way for others to get on. <br /><br />3. If you are with a group of friends don't lolly gag getting on the elevator. You and your friends my be blowing off work but some of us are try to get to <strike>the cafeteria</strike> a meeting. <br /><br />4. Same for getting off the elevator. When the doors open. Get the hell off. You can finish your story outside of the elevator.<br /><br />5. Once you are off keep walking. Believe it or not there were other people on the elevator with you and they'd like to exit, but you are blocking their way because you stopped two steps outside the elevator door.<br /><br />6. If you are a man, do the gentleman like thing. Before entering/exiting put your arm up so the elevator doors don't close on me and allow me to enter/exit first. I'm very appreciative of this gesture and will award you with a very sweet smile and thank you. <br /><br />7. Hold cell phone calls until after you get off the elevator. Your call will more than likely be dropped and it's annoying for others to have to listen to you yell hello, hello, hello...<br /><br />8. Never enter the elevator backwards. I understand you're wrapping up a conversation with someone not entering, but when you do this you fail to see me, already standing in the elevator because you aren't paying attention. Now you're standing way to close to me, I can smell your shampoo because the back of your head is and inch from my nose and I'm forced to clear my throat to make you aware that you aren't alone in here.<br /><br />9. Don't hold the elevator for your entire posse. There are four other elevators available in this section of the building. Me + 12 of you = circus act that I didn't ask to be apart of. (Seriously, 12. I counted.)<br /><br />10. And for the love of all that is holy, don't fart. It's just fucking rude.<br /><br /><br />P.S. I <strike>conveniently</strike> forgot to weigh today. Maybe it's because I've been stuffing my face with Halloween candy. Happy Halloween!TooFattieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03021030152203268706noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025054355904559447.post-21226336472838943652009-10-28T07:56:00.000-07:002009-10-28T08:54:02.430-07:00It's overI officially told the Italian Stallion to suck it. Well, not really. I was much nicer and said something along to lines of "this isn't going to work out." Wish I could say the same thing about him.<br /><br />It came to an end because I couldn't take his only coming around when it was convenient for him and last minute dates any longer. We planned to get together the Wednesday after I got back from Vegas but since I was sick I rescheduled for this past Monday. Monday came, I hadn't heard from him, I sent a text asking if we were still on. No response. I called and left a message. No response. No response until 10 p.m. Monday night saying he'd been fishing with his dad all day. So, I was over it. Dad in hospital, good excuse. Fishing with Dad, not. Especially without a phone call the day before. <br /><br />I guess he's not used to being the dumpee but that's really no excuse for put downs or the little argument that followed. Seriously, we went out on three dates.<br /><br />And he really has a skewed perception of what getting to know someone entails and thinks what I'm asking for (not going M.I.A., which he can't recall, and not asking me out at the last minute) is too much since I haven't "given him anything" yet. (He's funny!) He admitted that he didn't call on Monday becuase the date totally slipped his mind. (So, you forgot about seeing me?) He also proceeded to tell me that he didn't understand why I'm doing this since it's not like I have anything going on. I don't have any guys lined up. (Ha! WTF, dude. Your ego really got the best of you.) And that's when I cut him off and told him to quit talking. <br /><br />Even after all his back and forth I wanted to remember him as a decent guy who I went out with a few times and had fun. But now I'm left with memories of his douchiness. <br /><br />Anyway, there is actually a new guy. I'm excited. He's the first new one in a couple of months. We just "met" this weekend and talked on the phone last night. And he seems nice and we have a few things in common. (He's already earned a gold star for not calling at all hours of the night and following through. And by all hours, I mean 10 p.m. on a work night. As I mentioned before, I go to bed early. So instead he sent a text saying he didn't know if it was too late (it was) so he'd call the next day. And, he did. Considerate, yes.) We talked about meeting up, maybe this weekend. I'll let you know how it goes.TooFattieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03021030152203268706noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025054355904559447.post-85156044039281713512009-10-22T09:12:00.000-07:002009-10-22T10:36:50.451-07:00I’m Back!Well, I’ve been back but caught some freakin’ bug on the way home and have been laid up for a couple days. On a positive note, I lost four pounds because of it. Thank you, swine flu.<br /><br />I had an awesome time in Vegas! I had a chance to meet and learn a lot at SITScation from some of my favorite women bloggers who I’ve been stalking for months.<br /><br />I made a few new friends at TAO on Friday night.<br /><br /><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgohPxCxs9TkC0QtqXNWRlWL1NDECH9jYP3RyuVWNQCQiRyHVZKwYgd_pPaPF5z_un7gCDGLAwjirlsr1hL9og84qbZPkMf95NJ5o-iIyXpj6CiuwyQ8xUivjCZp4nyKeZ1A1bzUPY3vVA/s1600-h/10_16_09_kim_kardash_kabik-20-570.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395472797377184018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgohPxCxs9TkC0QtqXNWRlWL1NDECH9jYP3RyuVWNQCQiRyHVZKwYgd_pPaPF5z_un7gCDGLAwjirlsr1hL9og84qbZPkMf95NJ5o-iIyXpj6CiuwyQ8xUivjCZp4nyKeZ1A1bzUPY3vVA/s320/10_16_09_kim_kardash_kabik-20-570.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />And of course, I finally had the chance meet my future husband, Mr. Justin Timberlake. (I know you’ve seen the articles that he’s still with that one chick but I’m here to tell you he’s all mine.)<br /><br />I was into him before but after seeing him strut his stuff live…I’m smitten, maybe even borderline obsessed.<br /><br />Here's a little taste for ya!<br /><br /><object width="560" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gVvOp-POF0Y&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gVvOp-POF0Y&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object>TooFattieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03021030152203268706noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025054355904559447.post-74207845035260649802009-10-02T07:26:00.000-07:002009-10-02T07:46:39.799-07:00Friday weigh-inIt's official--I've gained two pounds since last week's weigh-in.<br /><br />What drives me crazy about this losing (or not) weight stuff is that when I'm actually trying, I gain, and when I'm not, I lose.<br /><br />I need a new game plan.TooFattieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03021030152203268706noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025054355904559447.post-78782585702552459842009-09-29T11:24:00.000-07:002009-09-29T11:30:33.843-07:00UpdateI had a lot of fun on the date last Thursday. So much fun I <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">didn</span>’t get in until 1:30 p.m. And I paid for it at work the next day. (Who am I?)<br /><br />We did have a talk about actually scheduling a date in advance with me too. We’ll see how it goes but this week is filling up and I haven't heard from him yet. Well, haven't heard from him isn't entirely true, but he hasn't asked me out yet. Not good.<br /><br />Friday Weigh-in<br /><br />I lost a pound. Not sure what this week holds though since I snuck on the scale yesterday and found myself four pounds heavier. Sigh.TooFattieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03021030152203268706noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025054355904559447.post-77069017571937395712009-09-24T10:24:00.000-07:002009-09-24T10:34:15.975-07:00A little spontaneity, pleaseI’m not a spontaneous person. I’m just not. I’m a planner to the core. I’m the type of person who plans to do nothing. Meaning, if I’ve been running around like crazy and need a day to chill, I plan it and let people know. For example, Sunday I’m doing nothing. Just so you know.<br /><br />So anyway, the Italian Stallion and I (you can read about our non-eventful first date <a href="http://thetoofatties.blogspot.com/2009/08/just-call-me-bat-girl.html"><span style="color:#3333ff;">here</span></a>) have been having a hard time getting it together. He’s obviously a laid back, fly by the seat of his pants kinda guy. Me? Absolutely not. His approach: asking me out on the same day (I’m a busy girl, you have to get on my calendar if you want to see me), calling too late at night (I go to bed early because I need my beauty sleep), I let him know good days to plan something and he went MIA (what?).<br /><br />So, when he asked me out last week I told him that it just wasn’t going to work out between us. He couldn’t plan a date with me in advance, so I obviously wasn’t a priority to him.<br /><br />But did he go away? Nope. He set a date and wore me down.<br /><br />We went out on Monday…and I had a great time. And there may, or may not have been some end of the night kissing. (Don’t judge, it’s been a long time)<br /><br />He’s really funny. And I love funny! And he’s a guy, with dude hobbies. (Hard to find in a city full of metrosexuals) He holds down a professional nine to five AND he likes to work on cars and has a boat and fishes. And I’m digging that! Not sure where this is going, if anywhere, but for now it’s fun, and that’s good.<br /><br />That is until I turned back into myself this morning when asked me out again—for tonight. Really? Back to that again? My first reaction was to tell him no. And I did. I have plans. I’m going to my power sculpting class after work and then enjoying the season premiere of Grey’s Anatomy.<br /><br />I shared this with BFF (who’s been on this dudes side from the beginning) who <strike>gave me a swift kick in the ass</strike> lovingly guided me to see the beauty of my situation. She told me to stop thinking so much and just go. This is the time in your life to be spontaneous. You’ll miss the freedom once it’s no longer an option. One day you’ll be stuck walking up and down the street looking for your kid’s lost shoe…for the third time, like me. I wish I could just go workout and then go on a date.<br /><br />And when she put it that way, she’s absolutely right. Thanks BFF! Maybe I do need to loosen up and just go with the flow a little more often. I’m single and young (kinda) and should be having fun, damn it!<br /><br />So, I sent him a text and told him to meet me at 8:30 p.m. I’ll let you know how it goes!TooFattieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03021030152203268706noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025054355904559447.post-20153635219424067922009-09-18T07:38:00.000-07:002009-09-18T07:57:46.313-07:00Friday weigh-inIt's been awhile since I've posted...but since I haven't lost or gained in the last two weeks let's just pretend it hasn't been because honestly, you haven't missed a thing.<br /><br />Nothing good that is.<br /><br />All bad stuffing my face, drinking and not exercising.<br /><br />I survived my brother's visit with out gaining weight which is pretty much a miracle. I'm not even going to lie and say I made the best food choices. There were just so many opportunities not to. (Do people really order wheat buns at Johnny Rockets? Seems pointless if you're getting the cheeseburger and onion rings.) And nothing is better after a night of drinking than a Philly cheese steak. (The grease absorbs the alcohol. Really. It does.)<br /><br />My choices haven't been as terrible this week but I know my portions have been on the grand side.<br /><br />So stepping on the scale this morning I fully expected to see the numbers go up but nope, nothing. So I'm pretty freakin' happy about that.<br /><br />Now it's back to working out and scaling down the portions. Seriously. I mean, I'm going to Vegas in a month to see my<span style="color:#3333ff;"> </span><a href="http://thetoofatties.blogspot.com/2009/09/dont-hate.html"><span style="color:#3333ff;">man</span></a> and I don't want to feel like the Pillsbury Dough Boy.<br /><br />--TOLTooFattieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03021030152203268706noreply@blogger.com2