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Sidetrack into a whiny rant:
Moving back into the house, I'm going through boxes and putting stuff away. It's an ongoing process. I'm glad to see some things, even if they're still covered in soot from the fire. Other things are just too bittersweet.
Today, I found some clothes I was wearing in August of 2016 when the fire happened. They're all too small for me. A lot too small. A year and a half of living out of a suitcase, in and out of guestrooms and hotel rooms, not being in control of my own life whatsoever all took a toll on me. And so did medication that makes me vulnerable to sleep eating. Yay. I've put thirty pounds back on. I don't wear a size 6 anymore, and I don't have that thigh gap I had in the years after gastric bypass surgery. I'm not a skinny little twig. And people have said so. Some in passing comments, some in outright criticism.
But I am still 80 pounds to the good. And I'm healthy. And I'm back in my own domain now. If I choose to make weight loss my priority, I could probably get a grip on it and trim right back down in no time. No matter what, I will always have the gastric bypass, and it will always work for me if I put the right combination of nutrients, food and water in my body. Protein shakes, vitamins, and plenty of water would do the trick. And I plan to work on that.
What I don't plan to do is obsess. Getting back into those size 6 skinny jeans isn't at the center of my universe. Putting my house back together is. Caring for my family and my pets is. Finally finishing that bleeping comic book is. Finally finishing my book about the cure for cancer is. Living.
It bothers me whenever somebody says "Oh, you've put your weight back on." Not because it's (less than half) true. But because that's what people choose to see. I've been super fat and I've been super skinny. And I've noticed that people only mention weight when it's on the upper end of the spectrum. When I was skinny, all I heard was "You look great!" When it started coming back, all I heard were negative comments about what a shame it is. With those sideways glances. Bigger girls know the ones I mean.
People online know me for what I type, when I'm having a good day or when I'm being crabby. They know me for what I say and what they've learned about me over the years. Not what size jeans I'm wearing. I wish real life were more like that. If people could judge me on who I am and not my dress size, that would be great.
That's just one of the things I love about you, dear Tet. You know me for the psycho that I am, not for my paunch or thighs. You don't judge.
Anyway.
With that off my chest, I'm going to have a cup of sugar free decaf mocha then hit the hay. Nighty night, dear Tet.
Moving back into the house, I'm going through boxes and putting stuff away. It's an ongoing process. I'm glad to see some things, even if they're still covered in soot from the fire. Other things are just too bittersweet.
Today, I found some clothes I was wearing in August of 2016 when the fire happened. They're all too small for me. A lot too small. A year and a half of living out of a suitcase, in and out of guestrooms and hotel rooms, not being in control of my own life whatsoever all took a toll on me. And so did medication that makes me vulnerable to sleep eating. Yay. I've put thirty pounds back on. I don't wear a size 6 anymore, and I don't have that thigh gap I had in the years after gastric bypass surgery. I'm not a skinny little twig. And people have said so. Some in passing comments, some in outright criticism.
But I am still 80 pounds to the good. And I'm healthy. And I'm back in my own domain now. If I choose to make weight loss my priority, I could probably get a grip on it and trim right back down in no time. No matter what, I will always have the gastric bypass, and it will always work for me if I put the right combination of nutrients, food and water in my body. Protein shakes, vitamins, and plenty of water would do the trick. And I plan to work on that.
What I don't plan to do is obsess. Getting back into those size 6 skinny jeans isn't at the center of my universe. Putting my house back together is. Caring for my family and my pets is. Finally finishing that bleeping comic book is. Finally finishing my book about the cure for cancer is. Living.
It bothers me whenever somebody says "Oh, you've put your weight back on." Not because it's (less than half) true. But because that's what people choose to see. I've been super fat and I've been super skinny. And I've noticed that people only mention weight when it's on the upper end of the spectrum. When I was skinny, all I heard was "You look great!" When it started coming back, all I heard were negative comments about what a shame it is. With those sideways glances. Bigger girls know the ones I mean.
People online know me for what I type, when I'm having a good day or when I'm being crabby. They know me for what I say and what they've learned about me over the years. Not what size jeans I'm wearing. I wish real life were more like that. If people could judge me on who I am and not my dress size, that would be great.
That's just one of the things I love about you, dear Tet. You know me for the psycho that I am, not for my paunch or thighs. You don't judge.
Anyway.
With that off my chest, I'm going to have a cup of sugar free decaf mocha then hit the hay. Nighty night, dear Tet.
NightSidetrack into a whiny rant:
Moving back into the house, I'm going through boxes and putting stuff away. It's an ongoing process. I'm glad to see some things, even if they're still covered in soot from the fire. Other things are just too bittersweet.
Today, I found some clothes I was wearing in August of 2016 when the fire happened. They're all too small for me. A lot too small. A year and a half of living out of a suitcase, in and out of guestrooms and hotel rooms, not being in control of my own life whatsoever all took a toll on me. And so did medication that makes me vulnerable to sleep eating. Yay. I've put thirty pounds back on. I don't wear a size 6 anymore, and I don't have that thigh gap I had in the years after gastric bypass surgery. I'm not a skinny little twig. And people have said so. Some in passing comments, some in outright criticism.
But I am still 80 pounds to the good. And I'm healthy. And I'm back in my own domain now. If I choose to make weight loss my priority, I could probably get a grip on it and trim right back down in no time. No matter what, I will always have the gastric bypass, and it will always work for me if I put the right combination of nutrients, food and water in my body. Protein shakes, vitamins, and plenty of water would do the trick. And I plan to work on that.
What I don't plan to do is obsess. Getting back into those size 6 skinny jeans isn't at the center of my universe. Putting my house back together is. Caring for my family and my pets is. Finally finishing that bleeping comic book is. Finally finishing my book about the cure for cancer is. Living.
It bothers me whenever somebody says "Oh, you've put your weight back on." Not because it's (less than half) true. But because that's what people choose to see. I've been super fat and I've been super skinny. And I've noticed that people only mention weight when it's on the upper end of the spectrum. When I was skinny, all I heard was "You look great!" When it started coming back, all I heard were negative comments about what a shame it is. With those sideways glances. Bigger girls know the ones I mean.
People online know me for what I type, when I'm having a good day or when I'm being crabby. They know me for what I say and what they've learned about me over the years. Not what size jeans I'm wearing. I wish real life were more like that. If people could judge me on who I am and not my dress size, that would be great.
That's just one of the things I love about you, dear Tet. You know me for the psycho that I am, not for my paunch or thighs. You don't judge.
Anyway.
With that off my chest, I'm going to have a cup of sugar free decaf mocha then hit the hay. Nighty night, dear Tet.
Boy, I know those sidelong looks. Good for you for refusing to bow to societal judgement!
Sidetrack into a whiny rant:
Moving back into the house, I'm going through boxes and putting stuff away. It's an ongoing process. I'm glad to see some things, even if they're still covered in soot from the fire. Other things are just too bittersweet.
Today, I found some clothes I was wearing in August of 2016 when the fire happened. They're all too small for me. A lot too small. A year and a half of living out of a suitcase, in and out of guestrooms and hotel rooms, not being in control of my own life whatsoever all took a toll on me. And so did medication that makes me vulnerable to sleep eating. Yay. I've put thirty pounds back on. I don't wear a size 6 anymore, and I don't have that thigh gap I had in the years after gastric bypass surgery. I'm not a skinny little twig. And people have said so. Some in passing comments, some in outright criticism.
But I am still 80 pounds to the good. And I'm healthy. And I'm back in my own domain now. If I choose to make weight loss my priority, I could probably get a grip on it and trim right back down in no time. No matter what, I will always have the gastric bypass, and it will always work for me if I put the right combination of nutrients, food and water in my body. Protein shakes, vitamins, and plenty of water would do the trick. And I plan to work on that.
What I don't plan to do is obsess. Getting back into those size 6 skinny jeans isn't at the center of my universe. Putting my house back together is. Caring for my family and my pets is. Finally finishing that bleeping comic book is. Finally finishing my book about the cure for cancer is. Living.
It bothers me whenever somebody says "Oh, you've put your weight back on." Not because it's (less than half) true. But because that's what people choose to see. I've been super fat and I've been super skinny. And I've noticed that people only mention weight when it's on the upper end of the spectrum. When I was skinny, all I heard was "You look great!" When it started coming back, all I heard were negative comments about what a shame it is. With those sideways glances. Bigger girls know the ones I mean.
People online know me for what I type, when I'm having a good day or when I'm being crabby. They know me for what I say and what they've learned about me over the years. Not what size jeans I'm wearing. I wish real life were more like that. If people could judge me on who I am and not my dress size, that would be great.
That's just one of the things I love about you, dear Tet. You know me for the psycho that I am, not for my paunch or thighs. You don't judge.
Anyway.
With that off my chest, I'm going to have a cup of sugar free decaf mocha then hit the hay. Nighty night, dear Tet.
You do what makes you feel well and happy. So glad you are getting your life back in your own home. No side looks from the Tet!!
(((Becks))) Good luck with the job! Continued good wishes your way!
Sidetrack into a whiny rant:
Moving back into the house, I'm going through boxes and putting stuff away. It's an ongoing process. I'm glad to see some things, even if they're still covered in soot from the fire. Other things are just too bittersweet.
Today, I found some clothes I was wearing in August of 2016 when the fire happened. They're all too small for me. A lot too small. A year and a half of living out of a suitcase, in and out of guestrooms and hotel rooms, not being in control of my own life whatsoever all took a toll on me. And so did medication that makes me vulnerable to sleep eating. Yay. I've put thirty pounds back on. I don't wear a size 6 anymore, and I don't have that thigh gap I had in the years after gastric bypass surgery. I'm not a skinny little twig. And people have said so. Some in passing comments, some in outright criticism.
But I am still 80 pounds to the good. And I'm healthy. And I'm back in my own domain now. If I choose to make weight loss my priority, I could probably get a grip on it and trim right back down in no time. No matter what, I will always have the gastric bypass, and it will always work for me if I put the right combination of nutrients, food and water in my body. Protein shakes, vitamins, and plenty of water would do the trick. And I plan to work on that.
What I don't plan to do is obsess. Getting back into those size 6 skinny jeans isn't at the center of my universe. Putting my house back together is. Caring for my family and my pets is. Finally finishing that bleeping comic book is. Finally finishing my book about the cure for cancer is. Living.
It bothers me whenever somebody says "Oh, you've put your weight back on." Not because it's (less than half) true. But because that's what people choose to see. I've been super fat and I've been super skinny. And I've noticed that people only mention weight when it's on the upper end of the spectrum. When I was skinny, all I heard was "You look great!" When it started coming back, all I heard were negative comments about what a shame it is. With those sideways glances. Bigger girls know the ones I mean.
People online know me for what I type, when I'm having a good day or when I'm being crabby. They know me for what I say and what they've learned about me over the years. Not what size jeans I'm wearing. I wish real life were more like that. If people could judge me on who I am and not my dress size, that would be great.
That's just one of the things I love about you, dear Tet. You know me for the psycho that I am, not for my paunch or thighs. You don't judge.
Anyway.
With that off my chest, I'm going to have a cup of sugar free decaf mocha then hit the hay. Nighty night, dear Tet.
(((LL))) People suck! You have your priorities right! Wishing you all the best getting settled into your home!
So, I've missed y'all!! A lot!!!
Thanks to Jordan and all for keep our playground maintained!
I had a busy weekend, as my daughter turned 14 on Sunday and we had her party Saturday. She had some friends (girls and boys) over to watch Galaxy Quest, play trivia and eat pizza. Tuesday morning woke up to a sheet of ice in my neighborhood, but we're back to normal (and warmer) for a few days. Work is work, but I get a few days off next week, so looking forward to that. And as it's now 2018, starting to get more excited to plan for the Kon trip!! Socking aside a little $ here and there for that expense. Nice to be back on board and catching up with my Tet! (((SKMB)))
Thanks to Jordan and all for keep our playground maintained!
I had a busy weekend, as my daughter turned 14 on Sunday and we had her party Saturday. She had some friends (girls and boys) over to watch Galaxy Quest, play trivia and eat pizza. Tuesday morning woke up to a sheet of ice in my neighborhood, but we're back to normal (and warmer) for a few days. Work is work, but I get a few days off next week, so looking forward to that. And as it's now 2018, starting to get more excited to plan for the Kon trip!! Socking aside a little $ here and there for that expense. Nice to be back on board and catching up with my Tet! (((SKMB)))
Sidetrack into a whiny rant:
Moving back into the house, I'm going through boxes and putting stuff away. It's an ongoing process. I'm glad to see some things, even if they're still covered in soot from the fire. Other things are just too bittersweet.
Today, I found some clothes I was wearing in August of 2016 when the fire happened. They're all too small for me. A lot too small. A year and a half of living out of a suitcase, in and out of guestrooms and hotel rooms, not being in control of my own life whatsoever all took a toll on me. And so did medication that makes me vulnerable to sleep eating. Yay. I've put thirty pounds back on. I don't wear a size 6 anymore, and I don't have that thigh gap I had in the years after gastric bypass surgery. I'm not a skinny little twig. And people have said so. Some in passing comments, some in outright criticism.
But I am still 80 pounds to the good. And I'm healthy. And I'm back in my own domain now. If I choose to make weight loss my priority, I could probably get a grip on it and trim right back down in no time. No matter what, I will always have the gastric bypass, and it will always work for me if I put the right combination of nutrients, food and water in my body. Protein shakes, vitamins, and plenty of water would do the trick. And I plan to work on that.
What I don't plan to do is obsess. Getting back into those size 6 skinny jeans isn't at the center of my universe. Putting my house back together is. Caring for my family and my pets is. Finally finishing that bleeping comic book is. Finally finishing my book about the cure for cancer is. Living.
It bothers me whenever somebody says "Oh, you've put your weight back on." Not because it's (less than half) true. But because that's what people choose to see. I've been super fat and I've been super skinny. And I've noticed that people only mention weight when it's on the upper end of the spectrum. When I was skinny, all I heard was "You look great!" When it started coming back, all I heard were negative comments about what a shame it is. With those sideways glances. Bigger girls know the ones I mean.
People online know me for what I type, when I'm having a good day or when I'm being crabby. They know me for what I say and what they've learned about me over the years. Not what size jeans I'm wearing. I wish real life were more like that. If people could judge me on who I am and not my dress size, that would be great.
That's just one of the things I love about you, dear Tet. You know me for the psycho that I am, not for my paunch or thighs. You don't judge.
Anyway.
With that off my chest, I'm going to have a cup of sugar free decaf mocha then hit the hay. Nighty night, dear Tet.
1)People suck, especially in this country if you don't look like a super model, male or female.
2)People suck, just wanted to re-iterate that fact.
3)You're a rock star, we all know that here and this place is better for you being here.
4)When you wake up from your slumber....most likely people will still suck...but we'll all still be here to say hello, how are ya, and have a good day, because you're Lepp, and that's how we roll, or trip and fall, or sashe...whatever....lol Have a good day ma'am.
Neesy
#1 fan (Annie Wilkes cousin) 1st cousin Mom's side
Awww - just focus on your craft room and enjoy making things!
My loaf of bread actually seemed good at first but once we got to the middle it was a bit heavy (unfortunately). So - yesterday I tried again! This time it turned out much better.
Today I feel like giving it another go - but I'm thinking I better watch myself - too much of this home made bread and I'll be filling out my Lulu Lemon pants!
Not sure if it's kneading the dough or the divine smell when it's baking, but I just know that it is so much better than the stuff from the store
Try to stay warm Marsha!
Good Evening everyone, so good the see ya.
I really missed you
I really missed you
Neesy
#1 fan (Annie Wilkes cousin) 1st cousin Mom's side
Maybe this sounds obvious or trite (or something I'm just saying to make you feel better) but - health - that is the most important thing here. If you feel good and can move around well, then just carry on eating the way you want.Sidetrack into a whiny rant:
Moving back into the house, I'm going through boxes and putting stuff away. It's an ongoing process. I'm glad to see some things, even if they're still covered in soot from the fire. Other things are just too bittersweet.
Today, I found some clothes I was wearing in August of 2016 when the fire happened. They're all too small for me. A lot too small. A year and a half of living out of a suitcase, in and out of guestrooms and hotel rooms, not being in control of my own life whatsoever all took a toll on me. And so did medication that makes me vulnerable to sleep eating. Yay. I've put thirty pounds back on. I don't wear a size 6 anymore, and I don't have that thigh gap I had in the years after gastric bypass surgery. I'm not a skinny little twig. And people have said so. Some in passing comments, some in outright criticism.
But I am still 80 pounds to the good. And I'm healthy. And I'm back in my own domain now. If I choose to make weight loss my priority, I could probably get a grip on it and trim right back down in no time. No matter what, I will always have the gastric bypass, and it will always work for me if I put the right combination of nutrients, food and water in my body. Protein shakes, vitamins, and plenty of water would do the trick. And I plan to work on that.
What I don't plan to do is obsess. Getting back into those size 6 skinny jeans isn't at the center of my universe. Putting my house back together is. Caring for my family and my pets is. Finally finishing that bleeping comic book is. Finally finishing my book about the cure for cancer is. Living.
It bothers me whenever somebody says "Oh, you've put your weight back on." Not because it's (less than half) true. But because that's what people choose to see. I've been super fat and I've been super skinny. And I've noticed that people only mention weight when it's on the upper end of the spectrum. When I was skinny, all I heard was "You look great!" When it started coming back, all I heard were negative comments about what a shame it is. With those sideways glances. Bigger girls know the ones I mean.
People online know me for what I type, when I'm having a good day or when I'm being crabby. They know me for what I say and what they've learned about me over the years. Not what size jeans I'm wearing. I wish real life were more like that. If people could judge me on who I am and not my dress size, that would be great.
That's just one of the things I love about you, dear Tet. You know me for the psycho that I am, not for my paunch or thighs. You don't judge.
Anyway.
With that off my chest, I'm going to have a cup of sugar free decaf mocha then hit the hay. Nighty night, dear Tet.
I say this because my older sister who I visited in Toronto back in Ontario, is having some mobility issues. She has to use a cane and a walker now. She cannot go up and down stairs.
She also had the stomach stapling procedure way back in 1983 and that was what it was called back then. Sure, she got quite skinny but she did not feel good at that weight. She eventually put some back on. I think in her case it might be that she doesn't get out of the house as much.
Anyway, bottom line - you should not worry about girls giving you the "stink eye" or sidelong glances, or whatever it is called. You look wonderful and as long as you feel healthy and are taking good care of yourself, that is what matters!
There you go - it's my turn to get off the soap box now! ((((Lepplady))))
Neesy
#1 fan (Annie Wilkes cousin) 1st cousin Mom's side
Good to see you again.Good Evening everyone, so good the see ya.
I really missed you
Neesy
#1 fan (Annie Wilkes cousin) 1st cousin Mom's side
I have to log off - time to go pick up my son at work. I think I will just put my parka on, on top of my jammies, as I do not plan to get out of the truck (it is minus 24 at the moment and with the wind chill it is minus 31
Wow, that is friggin' cold Neesy. They've predicted a 30%.....THIRTY PERCENT.....chance of freezing rain here this afternoon and you'd think from the weather and news people that the zombie apocalypse was eminent. I mean they're telling people they might want to go and stock up on bread and stuff like that. Ok, it's supposed to be 34 degrees and sunny tomorrow. People completely lose their minds here when a hint of bad weather approaches...lol
And dont forget.
January, 11th is Step in a Puddle and splash your Friends Day
Stay safe n Warm Neesy
January, 11th is Step in a Puddle and splash your Friends Day
Stay safe n Warm Neesy
Give me his number. I'll talk some sense into him. In this day and age you can work remotely... even from AZ.
I'll keep you in mind when it gets closer to the end of the year when we'll probably talk about it again.Give me his number. I'll talk some sense into him. In this day and age you can work remotely... even from AZ.
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