Wow, it occurred to me that it is March and not only have I not lost any weight this year, I am up 11 lbs since Thanksgiving. Now before you go thinking the holidays threw me over the edge it really wasn't until January that I lost my focus. While everyone else was making their New Year's Resolutions to lose weight, I was digressing and falling away from my strict eating plan.
I have looked back recently to figure out where I "went wrong". I can tell you for me after working hard for a while on a new heatlthier life style I suddenly become like a rebelious child and begin eating the wrong things and ditching the exercise. I have examined when I began to lose focus. My lowest weight was on Thanksgiving morning. I got on that scale and resolved to stick to the plan that day. So while everyone else was munching down on the mashed potatoes and sweet treats, I stuck to the turkey and my Paleo pumpkin pie with the nut crust. I then proceeded to make cracker candy and cookies for all of the people at my husband's work and 6 of my surrounding neighbors without eating ANY!!!
So surely with all that determination and dedication, I continued to forge ahead in my get healthy plan right? NOPE. The scale WOULD NOT MOVE!!!! We then went on a cruise in January, where I allowed myself to eat carbs. I came home and actually the few lbs I gained was gone in a couple of days. BUT, the problem was I was angry. Angry that I had been so "good" over the holidays and no weight came off. Angry that I saw people of "normal" size pigging out on the cruise only to see them strut by me in a bikini on the deck the next day. The injustice of it all through me over the poor pity me edge.
I become like a little kid who didin't get their way and falls to the floor and kicks their feet. Although, I don't kick my feet, I rebel by eating foods I know I shouldn't. It is a horrible pattern I just recently recognized. I am like well if I am not going to lose weight I might as well enjoy food and not worry about it. It is almost like I am punishing my body for not responding to my efforts. The plateaus get me everytime.
So this blog is almost a confession. The good news is I recognized it before I packed on all 41 lbs back on. I still however am avoiding an appointment with my doctor because I don't want to feel like a loser. Nothing anyone can say will be worse than the things I say to myself. BUT, that kind of thinking is only going to put me in a downward spiral that will cause me to hit the fast food drive thrus and be eating frosting out of the tub with a spoon at midnight. I do love that my doctor recongnizes that not all "skinny" people are healthy. He assures me some of my numbers are better than some "normal" weight people but the superficial me thinks its better to look good in a bathing suit than have a good cholesterol panel. I can't carry my bloodwork around the beach and say hey look I'm a fatty but my HDL is great.
The good news in all this, is that The Color Run is coming to my town this year and I am already signed up. So my determination is still there. Reminds me of the words to a song by Chumbawumba...I get knocked down, but I get up again, you aint never gonna keep me down....the journey continues.
Tuesday, March 19, 2013
Tuesday, February 12, 2013
Money Back Guarantee!
While up early again with my coffee, trying to motivate myself to get on the treadmill, I come across a slew of informercials. I have mentioned this before but they always pull you in. You see the people trying to convince you that they are just like you. They have tried everything to lose weight, get rid of their acne and grow hair....or have hair permanently gone. But you know, this is the ONLY product that worked for them. Then you always see the flash of the bottom of the screen saying something about these are real people and not actors paid for thier testimony.
Let me just say, I am not naive enough to believe everything I see on T.V. or read on the internet. But I always think, if you truly struggled with weight or acne or no hair or too much, could you possible go on national t.v. and lie to people who struggle with the same thing? I mean doesn't that make you a mean person?
Being that I have been overweight most of my life, I can't imagine lying to anyone with that struggle to make a few bucks or see myself on t.v. I also sit and wonder, if THAT really worked, wouldn't fat, bald, acne ridden and hairy people be extinct? Why do we still have all these problems if all that stuff works?
As you can tell, I am a deep thinker at 4:45 in the morning. It may be the only time my brain truly functions (before the kids are up). It has given me the idea to actually try some of these products and blog my results. I mean I am not gonna lie. I am going to give you the truth. I am known for being too truthful at times, but I appreciate knowing the truth no matter how painful.
My first product I would like to "try out" is that Tummy Tuck Miracle system. It is basically a band you wear around your belly after putting on their special cream. You wear it for 10 minutes while doing some little toning exercises. Then you take it off and go about your slimming belly day. It says you can use it in addition to diet and exercise, but of course you don't need to. Its one of them eat like a pig and sit on your butt all day and watch your belly shrink and then switch over the QVC and buy yourself some new jeans cuz your gonna need em you hottie. And I realize that was a run on sentence but I did it for visual effect and humor content.
Let me just say, I am a firm believer in the true way to lose weight is to eat less and exercise. But considering I hold most of my weight in my belly what have I got to lose? I know $40 right? BUT, I figure I have spent more than that on "miracle creams" before and if it doesn't work, I'll have a mosturized gut and a cheap girdle. I mean I paid way more for my Spanx.
Let me just say, I am not naive enough to believe everything I see on T.V. or read on the internet. But I always think, if you truly struggled with weight or acne or no hair or too much, could you possible go on national t.v. and lie to people who struggle with the same thing? I mean doesn't that make you a mean person?
Being that I have been overweight most of my life, I can't imagine lying to anyone with that struggle to make a few bucks or see myself on t.v. I also sit and wonder, if THAT really worked, wouldn't fat, bald, acne ridden and hairy people be extinct? Why do we still have all these problems if all that stuff works?
As you can tell, I am a deep thinker at 4:45 in the morning. It may be the only time my brain truly functions (before the kids are up). It has given me the idea to actually try some of these products and blog my results. I mean I am not gonna lie. I am going to give you the truth. I am known for being too truthful at times, but I appreciate knowing the truth no matter how painful.
My first product I would like to "try out" is that Tummy Tuck Miracle system. It is basically a band you wear around your belly after putting on their special cream. You wear it for 10 minutes while doing some little toning exercises. Then you take it off and go about your slimming belly day. It says you can use it in addition to diet and exercise, but of course you don't need to. Its one of them eat like a pig and sit on your butt all day and watch your belly shrink and then switch over the QVC and buy yourself some new jeans cuz your gonna need em you hottie. And I realize that was a run on sentence but I did it for visual effect and humor content.
Let me just say, I am a firm believer in the true way to lose weight is to eat less and exercise. But considering I hold most of my weight in my belly what have I got to lose? I know $40 right? BUT, I figure I have spent more than that on "miracle creams" before and if it doesn't work, I'll have a mosturized gut and a cheap girdle. I mean I paid way more for my Spanx.
Thursday, October 11, 2012
What would you say?
A popular question posed by interviewers of famous people is, "if you could say something to your 16 year old self what would you say?" I've often pondered that question. My first instinct is just to plainly say, "it will all work out in the end" Or, "Don't sweat the small stuff". But this journey to health this year has brought up so many things inside of me that I would have to write myself a book.
With all the horrible bullying that is going on in our schools and neighborhoods, it makes me reflect on my jr. high/high school days. To be honest, no one gets away from it. If your fat you get picked on in life. If you "too" smart you get picked on in life. If you have sex in those years you get picked on. If you don't have sex you get picked on. And believe it or not if you are a cheerleader or plain out seem "to have it all together" you get picked on. Maybe not to your face. But it is happening.
Its ugly. Its sad. I look at my two girls and want to do EVERYTHING I can to protect them from it. But I know it will happen. Because even if they are not picked on by their friends or schoolmates, the media will tell them they do not have the right body, or nose or complexion. Something will always be wrong.
On reflection, what I would like to say to my 16 year old self. That boy (that you secretly had a crush on) that called you and ugly lard ass as you left the school bus. He ends up divored and alone. He can't mantain a relationship with anyone. That girl that made fun of you on the beach during Senior skip day? She dropped out of college, lives with her parents and is addicted to meth. Almost EVERYONE that picked on your weight, now struggles with their own. I am not saying these things to laugh and say, "ha, ha, you got yours." I am simply saying no one knows how things will turn out for people. Just like the bullies who didn't know that girl or boy would go home and take their own life because they couldn't take anymore.
Another thing that people may find shocking for me to say to my 16 year old self. "Someday, you will look back and be thankful you were overweight." Shocking I know. But I can tell you that nothing like struggling with a weight/health issue can give you compassion for others. I see people that are hurting. I feel their pain. I don't like to see anyone embarrassed. I like to make everyone around me comfortable and to know that it is O.K. to just be yourself with me. It makes you see others as God does.
Now, those of you who know me, know that I have yelled and been angry at God for my situation. I have envisioned a life so much better if this was not my struggle. But as I move to clarity of my mind and taking better care of my body, I can honestly say to my 16 year old self. "Don't wish for something else, this will lead you exactly where you need to go." I leave you with one of my favorite verses in the Bible. Roamans 8:28."And we know ALL things work together for good for those who love Christ and are called according to his purpose."
With all the horrible bullying that is going on in our schools and neighborhoods, it makes me reflect on my jr. high/high school days. To be honest, no one gets away from it. If your fat you get picked on in life. If you "too" smart you get picked on in life. If you have sex in those years you get picked on. If you don't have sex you get picked on. And believe it or not if you are a cheerleader or plain out seem "to have it all together" you get picked on. Maybe not to your face. But it is happening.
Its ugly. Its sad. I look at my two girls and want to do EVERYTHING I can to protect them from it. But I know it will happen. Because even if they are not picked on by their friends or schoolmates, the media will tell them they do not have the right body, or nose or complexion. Something will always be wrong.
On reflection, what I would like to say to my 16 year old self. That boy (that you secretly had a crush on) that called you and ugly lard ass as you left the school bus. He ends up divored and alone. He can't mantain a relationship with anyone. That girl that made fun of you on the beach during Senior skip day? She dropped out of college, lives with her parents and is addicted to meth. Almost EVERYONE that picked on your weight, now struggles with their own. I am not saying these things to laugh and say, "ha, ha, you got yours." I am simply saying no one knows how things will turn out for people. Just like the bullies who didn't know that girl or boy would go home and take their own life because they couldn't take anymore.
Another thing that people may find shocking for me to say to my 16 year old self. "Someday, you will look back and be thankful you were overweight." Shocking I know. But I can tell you that nothing like struggling with a weight/health issue can give you compassion for others. I see people that are hurting. I feel their pain. I don't like to see anyone embarrassed. I like to make everyone around me comfortable and to know that it is O.K. to just be yourself with me. It makes you see others as God does.
Now, those of you who know me, know that I have yelled and been angry at God for my situation. I have envisioned a life so much better if this was not my struggle. But as I move to clarity of my mind and taking better care of my body, I can honestly say to my 16 year old self. "Don't wish for something else, this will lead you exactly where you need to go." I leave you with one of my favorite verses in the Bible. Roamans 8:28."And we know ALL things work together for good for those who love Christ and are called according to his purpose."
Friday, October 5, 2012
Diet Coke please light ice!!!
I know it has been a while since my last blog but life is always busy and this happens to end up last on the list. I mean I think my children and husband should be fed and have clean clothes to wear before I am blogging away about my crazy self....call me old fashioned!
Since my last post, I have visited a new dr. and nutritionist and am happy to say they have listened and gave me an action plan in my weight loss/health journey. Things are moving in the right direction so I feel hopeful that I can turn this ship wreck around. This new dr. believes in mind, body spirit health. I like the fact that he see the whole person as all being connected and not just willing to throw a bottle of pills and me and tell me to lose weight. He is actually giving me the tools and support to do so. WOW. Such a difference to what I've experienced in the past.
During my first meeting with the nutritionist, she told me I was built for famine. SEE, all along I was right. I have said for years my ancestors lived where they only got a couple of meal a year so they stored it all as fat and held on to EVERY calorie for survival. I also happen to believe they were in a cold climate, therefore having to produce tons of body hair to keep warm. Yep, my family is full of hairy fattys. (BUT WE ARE GOOD PEOPLE)
I realized after my first appointment with the doctor, I forgot to mention my dirty little addiction to Diet Coke. Of course, I quickly scanned the "acceptable" drink list they gave me and guess what? No Diet Coke listed. So this last appointment, I fessed up. I thought he would brush it off as no big deal. But he says, "oh?" And I heard. "You will die by midnight if you drink one more." But then he tells me they give it to lab mice and they get fat and no one really knows why for sure. So I set out a plan before him of how I plan to kick the habit. My plan is not to buy it at home, therefore forcing me to have to go out to get it.
Fast forward a week later, when I am hurling curse words (under my breath, I have children in the car) at the construction workers at McDonald's for putting up the stop sign and letting the other traffic move right when I was getting ready to pull in the drive-thru. I mean I almost got the shakes here. It is 3 in the afternoon and I have not had a Diet Coke for over 24 hours. So I finally get my "fix" and as I drive away with the first sip sliding happily down my throat with its familiar burn and sachrianny taste ( I am pretty sure sachrianny is not a word, but give me a break, I blog not write masterpieces) one of my favorite songs from the Black Crowes comes on the radio, its called She talks to Angels.
It is about a women with an addiction. As I turn it up, I hear this line...."theres a smile when the pain comes, pain gonna make everything alright." OH HELP ME LORD!!! I am officially a Diet Coke addict. I literally smile and take a few deep breaths with my first sip every time. I smoked for years and cigarettes never gave me that kind of feeling. I got it bad people.
So, being that this blog made me do a 5K, due to the fact that I am a person on my word. I have chosen a date this month (with another addicted buddy who shall remain nameless) to kick the habit.
That is my plan. Its now out there for the world to know. I am a person of my word. So I have to do this.
Since my last post, I have visited a new dr. and nutritionist and am happy to say they have listened and gave me an action plan in my weight loss/health journey. Things are moving in the right direction so I feel hopeful that I can turn this ship wreck around. This new dr. believes in mind, body spirit health. I like the fact that he see the whole person as all being connected and not just willing to throw a bottle of pills and me and tell me to lose weight. He is actually giving me the tools and support to do so. WOW. Such a difference to what I've experienced in the past.
During my first meeting with the nutritionist, she told me I was built for famine. SEE, all along I was right. I have said for years my ancestors lived where they only got a couple of meal a year so they stored it all as fat and held on to EVERY calorie for survival. I also happen to believe they were in a cold climate, therefore having to produce tons of body hair to keep warm. Yep, my family is full of hairy fattys. (BUT WE ARE GOOD PEOPLE)
I realized after my first appointment with the doctor, I forgot to mention my dirty little addiction to Diet Coke. Of course, I quickly scanned the "acceptable" drink list they gave me and guess what? No Diet Coke listed. So this last appointment, I fessed up. I thought he would brush it off as no big deal. But he says, "oh?" And I heard. "You will die by midnight if you drink one more." But then he tells me they give it to lab mice and they get fat and no one really knows why for sure. So I set out a plan before him of how I plan to kick the habit. My plan is not to buy it at home, therefore forcing me to have to go out to get it.
Fast forward a week later, when I am hurling curse words (under my breath, I have children in the car) at the construction workers at McDonald's for putting up the stop sign and letting the other traffic move right when I was getting ready to pull in the drive-thru. I mean I almost got the shakes here. It is 3 in the afternoon and I have not had a Diet Coke for over 24 hours. So I finally get my "fix" and as I drive away with the first sip sliding happily down my throat with its familiar burn and sachrianny taste ( I am pretty sure sachrianny is not a word, but give me a break, I blog not write masterpieces) one of my favorite songs from the Black Crowes comes on the radio, its called She talks to Angels.
It is about a women with an addiction. As I turn it up, I hear this line...."theres a smile when the pain comes, pain gonna make everything alright." OH HELP ME LORD!!! I am officially a Diet Coke addict. I literally smile and take a few deep breaths with my first sip every time. I smoked for years and cigarettes never gave me that kind of feeling. I got it bad people.
So, being that this blog made me do a 5K, due to the fact that I am a person on my word. I have chosen a date this month (with another addicted buddy who shall remain nameless) to kick the habit.
That is my plan. Its now out there for the world to know. I am a person of my word. So I have to do this.
Saturday, August 11, 2012
Thats All Folks...or is it?
Two years ago when I set out on this journey to run a 5K, I figured this blog would be a kind of accountability. See, I am a person of my word. If I say I am going to do something I will do it. Several times on this journey, I have wanted to just delete this blog and go away quietly without ever even signing up for a 5K.
Actually those thoughts were running through my head as I limped through The Color Run in Indianapolis July 28th. Actually at one point I thought I just have to make it 2 more colors and then this whole journey will be over and done with. I will never speak of it again.For those of you who aren't familiar with The Color Run, look it up. Its slogan is "the happiest 5K on the planet" and I have to say I agree. With each kilometer, participants are greeted by several people holding ketchup bottles full of a colored cornstarch powder that they throw at you. It sounds kind of brutal but everyone was very nice and not pelting you in the face as you go by. Although, my sister did say I had a blue Hitler like mustache and blue teeth thorough most of the run.
The excitement of standing there with that many people getting ready to do something you never thought you would even attempt is amazing. I actually shed a few tears in line waiting to start the run. The excitement quickly ended for me as I started out jogging and quickly found out how unprepared I was for the pavement. Almost immediately I began to feel like my feet were on fire and my legs were going to break like rubber bands. So I quickly backed off and realized, I wasn't running this 5K.
I am harder on myself than most people and I began to hear the voices in my head that I could not do it and never would. That I had wasted the last two years thinking I could do this when my body wasn't about to let me. I thought lets just get it over with. I am still proud to say I finished. I couldn't be more blessed by the team that went with me that consisted of my sister and her husband, two of their daughters and a family friend. God bless my sister (who never planned on running) for hanging back with me. She could have left me in the dust several times, but she faithfully stayed by my side.
I actually said to her, maybe running wasn't for us during the 5K. "biking she said, maybe we should bike?" No that just makes my ass hurt thinking about it. I once had a bike with butt pads that still didn't help the situation. You know me bony butt, chubby front. I invented the fat transfer YEARS before I found out they actually offer that up at plastic surgeons. If I could just suck it out of my gut and put it in my butt things would be great. Of course I wouldn't want all my front in my butt, that would make even Sir Mix a Lot think red beans and rice should have missed me. I could give the excess to the plastic surgeons to use as filler on the Hollywood A-listers. So every time I saw an actress with a pair of lips like the back end of a baboon in heat I could think, "hmm, wonder if she is sporting some of my excess chub! Wow, did I just digress. Back to the 5K experience.
The rest of The Chubby Runners had finished before us, but when we came around to the finish line there they were. I asked them if they had finished and they actually said, "we came as a team and we will finish as a team" What an amazing group for me to experience this with. I will be forever grateful for each of them.
So I did it. I can shut this blog down and move on to new things. However, I can't give it up. Call me bull-headed, determined or just plain stupid, but I knew the next morning this wasn't the end. I know that I will be back next year to do this again. I am just crazy enough to say I will return until I can run the entire thing. I know what to expect now and what it will take from me. The fear is gone. The anticipation of the unexpected is gone. But one thing remains, my sheer will and determination to continue on this journey.
Maybe someday, I will be such a fitness guru that I will have to change the name of this blog but for now, The Chubby Runner will remain. If nothing else, I hope I have encouraged people...or at least made you smile every now and then.
Actually those thoughts were running through my head as I limped through The Color Run in Indianapolis July 28th. Actually at one point I thought I just have to make it 2 more colors and then this whole journey will be over and done with. I will never speak of it again.For those of you who aren't familiar with The Color Run, look it up. Its slogan is "the happiest 5K on the planet" and I have to say I agree. With each kilometer, participants are greeted by several people holding ketchup bottles full of a colored cornstarch powder that they throw at you. It sounds kind of brutal but everyone was very nice and not pelting you in the face as you go by. Although, my sister did say I had a blue Hitler like mustache and blue teeth thorough most of the run.
The excitement of standing there with that many people getting ready to do something you never thought you would even attempt is amazing. I actually shed a few tears in line waiting to start the run. The excitement quickly ended for me as I started out jogging and quickly found out how unprepared I was for the pavement. Almost immediately I began to feel like my feet were on fire and my legs were going to break like rubber bands. So I quickly backed off and realized, I wasn't running this 5K.
I am harder on myself than most people and I began to hear the voices in my head that I could not do it and never would. That I had wasted the last two years thinking I could do this when my body wasn't about to let me. I thought lets just get it over with. I am still proud to say I finished. I couldn't be more blessed by the team that went with me that consisted of my sister and her husband, two of their daughters and a family friend. God bless my sister (who never planned on running) for hanging back with me. She could have left me in the dust several times, but she faithfully stayed by my side.
I actually said to her, maybe running wasn't for us during the 5K. "biking she said, maybe we should bike?" No that just makes my ass hurt thinking about it. I once had a bike with butt pads that still didn't help the situation. You know me bony butt, chubby front. I invented the fat transfer YEARS before I found out they actually offer that up at plastic surgeons. If I could just suck it out of my gut and put it in my butt things would be great. Of course I wouldn't want all my front in my butt, that would make even Sir Mix a Lot think red beans and rice should have missed me. I could give the excess to the plastic surgeons to use as filler on the Hollywood A-listers. So every time I saw an actress with a pair of lips like the back end of a baboon in heat I could think, "hmm, wonder if she is sporting some of my excess chub! Wow, did I just digress. Back to the 5K experience.
The rest of The Chubby Runners had finished before us, but when we came around to the finish line there they were. I asked them if they had finished and they actually said, "we came as a team and we will finish as a team" What an amazing group for me to experience this with. I will be forever grateful for each of them.
So I did it. I can shut this blog down and move on to new things. However, I can't give it up. Call me bull-headed, determined or just plain stupid, but I knew the next morning this wasn't the end. I know that I will be back next year to do this again. I am just crazy enough to say I will return until I can run the entire thing. I know what to expect now and what it will take from me. The fear is gone. The anticipation of the unexpected is gone. But one thing remains, my sheer will and determination to continue on this journey.
Maybe someday, I will be such a fitness guru that I will have to change the name of this blog but for now, The Chubby Runner will remain. If nothing else, I hope I have encouraged people...or at least made you smile every now and then.
Sunday, July 22, 2012
Couch to 5K....two year plan!
A better name for this blog may be the morbidly obese jogger, but the Chubby Runner sounded so much nicer. That was the first line of my first blog entry more than two years ago when I set out to run a 5K. Who would have known what the journey would bring. I know I didn't. First the surprise pregnancy that landed me in the hospital having a baby two days after I turned 40. For all of those who have been following from the beginning, my goal was to run the 5K before 40. Well after much struggle, stops and starts, the 5K is this coming weekend.
The last few weeks have been filled with a sense of depression concerning this journey. I have been in a funk that has been at times overwhelming. The reasons being so many. The fact that injuries have caused me to fall behind in my training. And mainly the fact that I never lost a large amount of weight during the process. This is for several reasons some self induced some not. My main focus has been on the "here we go again" mentally that I have always had concerning my weight. I will just say, this time there are some things that are different. I set a goal to run a 5K. I have fear, anxiety and self doubt about how much running I will actually do. BUT, this time, I WILL FOLLOW THROUGH. Regardless of the outcome. I WILL DO THIS! No backing out.
I have had several people ask me the last few months, "Why are you doing this?" I could probably answer most of it with the fact that I am doing this for selfish reasons. For the fact that a lot of people don't think I can. For the fact that maybe even I myself don't think it is possible. So why will I be running this Saturday?
I will run for....
The last few weeks have been filled with a sense of depression concerning this journey. I have been in a funk that has been at times overwhelming. The reasons being so many. The fact that injuries have caused me to fall behind in my training. And mainly the fact that I never lost a large amount of weight during the process. This is for several reasons some self induced some not. My main focus has been on the "here we go again" mentally that I have always had concerning my weight. I will just say, this time there are some things that are different. I set a goal to run a 5K. I have fear, anxiety and self doubt about how much running I will actually do. BUT, this time, I WILL FOLLOW THROUGH. Regardless of the outcome. I WILL DO THIS! No backing out.
I have had several people ask me the last few months, "Why are you doing this?" I could probably answer most of it with the fact that I am doing this for selfish reasons. For the fact that a lot of people don't think I can. For the fact that maybe even I myself don't think it is possible. So why will I be running this Saturday?
I will run for....
- Every chubby person who has ever starved, made themselves vomit or abused laxatives to lose weight.
- Every chubby person who has felt "less than" because the BMI chart showed they were "more than" they should be.
- Every chubby person who was picked last on the playground for a sports team
- Every chubby girl that was forced to go prom dress shopping with their skinny friends.
- Every chubby person that was embarrassed by the fact that they couldn't climb that damn rope in gym class
- Every chubby person who has endured stares, giggles and rude comments.
- Every chubby person who has been forced to buy clothes labeled plus or husky.
- Every chubby person who has cried in a dressing room.
Monday, July 16, 2012
Move over Old Country theres a new Hog trough in town!!
First start right off with an apology. Why? You ask. Because due to the fact that the 5K I signed up for is less than two weeks away, I am in full panic mode and eating more protein than should be humanly possible and limiting all carbs, sugar and Splenda, oh and just for poops and giggles, I've given up coffee and Diet Coke (once again SIGH) for the next two weeks so I am a crabby patty. AND that last sentence was what I believe English teachers call a run on sentence!!!! But I don't care to fix it give me a break people.
My subject today is nothing about my training or 5K. It is about the fact that a Golden Corral is coming to my area. For those of you that don't know, it is a buffet restaurant. I have never been there before but from the sounds of the chatter going around town the excitement of its impending arrival is quite the talk.
So, let me fill you in on something a bit scandalous. Sit down. Take a deep breath. Are you ready? O.K. here goes. This chubby girl HATES buffets. No more like DESPISES them. I know it is hard to believe. Don't get me wrong, there are times I have taken "all you can eat" to the extreme. But usually that was in the privacy in my own home or at a family get together. And if there was cake involved....now thats an idea a cake buffet. That could change my mind, but I digress (fancy word)!!
First let me state the obvious. Everyone watches the fattys at the buffets. BEFORE you argue with me GET REAL with yourself. Even I in all my fatness have witnessed someone at the buffet and had a fleeting thought that they REALLY shouldn't be there. I know the times I have gone I have had my visits to the "hog trough" counted by curious onlookers. By the way, I refer to all buffets as hog troughs. I even had a Asian dude tell me, "don't eat it all" when I returned for seconds. Oh yes, people are that rude and mean. I think me being fat gives them an excuse to be rude. I wanted to scream, I just wanted one more pot sticker, and some General Tao's chicken and oh some more of that vegetable low mein...got to get my veggies in.
Another reason I hate the hog trough is the "ick" factor. Anyone who knows me, knows I am not a germaphobe. I would go as far at to say I would have more of a ten second rule than five. So I am definitely not "one of those" people HOWEVER, those plastic guards they put up are not protecting my food from the gross people of society. The "dirties" the I'll poo and run and not wash my hands. The "snotties" who wipe their nose with their hands. I have seen with my own eyes people sneeze right under the plastic guard. I have witnessed a man have a spaghetti noodle that did not want to leave the buffet, use his own fingers to snap it off his plate back into the bin for unsuspecting diners. I witnessed a girlfriend, get a piece of lettuce off her plate WITH her hand and toss it back into the salad bar. Can we all say GROSS together people?
All this being said, I will occasionally let my husband, or the crowd I'm dining with talking me into the buffet. But, the whole time I am filling my plate I am saying in my head, "don't think about it, don't think about it." Not to mention most of the food tastes like its been frozen too long. So this was my rant. I must also put a disclaimer on here. I hear The Lady and Sons which is Paula Deen's restaurant in Savannah has a buffet. I would eat there and never complain or be grossed out. Because I am pretty sure butter kills all bacteria in the world.
My subject today is nothing about my training or 5K. It is about the fact that a Golden Corral is coming to my area. For those of you that don't know, it is a buffet restaurant. I have never been there before but from the sounds of the chatter going around town the excitement of its impending arrival is quite the talk.
So, let me fill you in on something a bit scandalous. Sit down. Take a deep breath. Are you ready? O.K. here goes. This chubby girl HATES buffets. No more like DESPISES them. I know it is hard to believe. Don't get me wrong, there are times I have taken "all you can eat" to the extreme. But usually that was in the privacy in my own home or at a family get together. And if there was cake involved....now thats an idea a cake buffet. That could change my mind, but I digress (fancy word)!!
First let me state the obvious. Everyone watches the fattys at the buffets. BEFORE you argue with me GET REAL with yourself. Even I in all my fatness have witnessed someone at the buffet and had a fleeting thought that they REALLY shouldn't be there. I know the times I have gone I have had my visits to the "hog trough" counted by curious onlookers. By the way, I refer to all buffets as hog troughs. I even had a Asian dude tell me, "don't eat it all" when I returned for seconds. Oh yes, people are that rude and mean. I think me being fat gives them an excuse to be rude. I wanted to scream, I just wanted one more pot sticker, and some General Tao's chicken and oh some more of that vegetable low mein...got to get my veggies in.
Another reason I hate the hog trough is the "ick" factor. Anyone who knows me, knows I am not a germaphobe. I would go as far at to say I would have more of a ten second rule than five. So I am definitely not "one of those" people HOWEVER, those plastic guards they put up are not protecting my food from the gross people of society. The "dirties" the I'll poo and run and not wash my hands. The "snotties" who wipe their nose with their hands. I have seen with my own eyes people sneeze right under the plastic guard. I have witnessed a man have a spaghetti noodle that did not want to leave the buffet, use his own fingers to snap it off his plate back into the bin for unsuspecting diners. I witnessed a girlfriend, get a piece of lettuce off her plate WITH her hand and toss it back into the salad bar. Can we all say GROSS together people?
All this being said, I will occasionally let my husband, or the crowd I'm dining with talking me into the buffet. But, the whole time I am filling my plate I am saying in my head, "don't think about it, don't think about it." Not to mention most of the food tastes like its been frozen too long. So this was my rant. I must also put a disclaimer on here. I hear The Lady and Sons which is Paula Deen's restaurant in Savannah has a buffet. I would eat there and never complain or be grossed out. Because I am pretty sure butter kills all bacteria in the world.
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