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I didn't really feel like it was appropriate to put this in the previous post, but my mother in law died a few months after suffering a stroke. You know how strokes are supposed to be things that happen to fat people? She was a tiny, skinny woman. She stood barely five feet tall and only weighed about 92 pounds. So by the logic of the anti-fat brigade, should she have not lived forever?
I'm five foot six and weigh closer to 292 pounds. I'm a nurse, so I know the importance of keeping an eye on certain basic readings. I'm doing fine. My doctor says I'm doing fine. He's a wise man. He says the only time weight is a concern to him is if there are sudden marked increases, which generally indicate fluid gain. Fluid gain comes on with issues such as kidney dysfunction. It's sad, but my doc is in the minority.
My cousin has lost about 30 pounds working out in the therapy pool at the facility where she works. Having worked in health care for many years, both of our bodies are pretty beat up. I'm going to ask the rehab center affiliated with our hospital if there's any chance I could work out in their pool after hours. If not, I think I'll take my cousin up on her suggestion that I could use the pool at the facility where she works. They allow the public to use it for a fee.
Here's something to note. My cousin was not TRYING to lose weight. I will not be TRYING to lose weight. The thing that sold me was not the weight loss, it's the increased flexibility and range of motion that she's been going on about. Flexibility is so important and so underrated. It's always the last quality addressed in exercise, but is as important as strength or stamina.
Certainly it's more important than "being skinny." As a nurse, I end up seeing people who become "skinny" for life and health threatening reasons all the time. Sudden weight fluctuations in either direction are always red flags. Weight measurement should be used for catching problems like endocrine dysfunction of other health concerns. It should not be used as a means of berating people.
Seeing as blaming and shaming always work so well, you'd think that other health care professionals would get a clue, right? So many times I find myself facepalming at the idiot remarks made by my own kind. They make them while I'm sitting right there, not intending to hurt me, but simply out of ignorance and brainwashing.
Maybe you can never be too rich, but you can sure be obsessed with being too thin! The poison of our thin-centric society is more than obvious. Eating disorders in young people, particularly young women, are more rampant than ever. Now that is a serious problem, but people are putting on their blinders. As long as these girls are skinny, they're healthy. Right?
It's time that we start berating the douchebags who think that insulting fat people is okay. Those who use mean humor are not funny. Let's quit stroking their limp egos.
My body happens to look a lot like the body of the larger woman. My husband, who stands about six foot two (took after his father in the height department) and weighs around 175 pounds, has no qualms about touching my body. He is not a "chubby chaser." The woman he was with before me was a model. She had a body that women in this society (myself included) envy.
We ended up together after he broke up with her. We worked together and had been friends for nearly three years. He asked me if I'd be his date to a fund raiser that he was involved with and I said "sure." That evening, we both realized how much we really enjoyed being together and decided to try another date, this time to the Museum of Natural History, which is something we both love.
We were walking through the minerals exhibition and he took my hand. I hoped that he wouldn't let go. We bought tickets for a show at the planetarium, and partway through, he asked if he could kiss me. He didn't stick his tongue down my throat or try to grope me. But his lips stayed on mine for what was a good long time, and yet not nearly long enough.
When he dropped me off at home, he didn't try to get in my pants, but we held onto each other for quite a while. He asked me why we hadn't done this before.
"Because you were with someone and we work together," I said.
"Ja, there's that," was his answer. "But I don't think this shall be a problem. You want to do this again, I'd like that. You don't want to do it again like this, we are friends still."
I wanted to do it again.
Of course I worried that he was "settling" for the fat broad because he couldn't make things work with the gorgeous model, who happened to be trying to change him into something that was more cosmopolitan, more visually appealing in her eyes. I wondered how he could "downgrade" from her to me.
When I eventually confessed my fears to him, he was genuinely surprised. He said he never saw me as a downgrade. He said that we enjoyed each other's company and he never felt like I was trying to change him into something he wasn't. That was what was important to him. Not the number that came up when I stepped on a scale.
Nils and I had our ten year wedding anniversary this year. Because of his mother's health issues, we really didn't have much of a celebration. We decided to postpone our anniversary celebration proper to the anniversary of when we first started dating, back on December 15, 1999. Maybe we'll spend Christmas in the mountains, making out to Riding the Storm Out.
Some might think the thought of a skinny, knobby-kneed, tow-headed fortyish Norwegian guy with a slightly receding hairline making out with a fat, fiftyish American brunette who looks far more like Rosie O'Donnell than Mila Kunis or whoever is the Hollywood flavor of the month these days, is "disgusting." Neither of us look like supermodel manikins. But I happen to think that two people in love is beautiful, no matter what they look like.
I get more turned on seeing my husband naked than I do seeing any Hollywood actor or G.Q. model, and his actions would indicate that he's far from disgusted with my body. He once said "If you could see yourself through my eyes, you would want to fuck yourself."
Perhaps I should do that--and let him watch, of course.
Yeah, it's disgusting, I know. At least to all the namby-pamby little wimps who want a blow-up doll who won't do annoying things like talk or demand to be treated like a human being. A fat woman having sex, and a partner who enjoys having sex with her. Ewwww....gross!
Know what? I don't care what they think. My amazing husband is on call at the hospital today, so I better get on this, just in case one of our colleagues happens to call in with Beer Fever, as is prone to happening on weekends.
Wishing you love and peace, no matter what your size.
Aurora
Then there's the crocodile tears cried by dudes afraid of losing Old Reliable when they get caught cheating. They don't want to have to go through divorce court. They want to have their cake and eat it too. Fuckers!
Yeah, I was with one of those. Nobody will ever have the chance to do that to me again.
My fiancé and I just spent a good part of the morning destroying countless heterosexual marriages and causing churches and bibles to burst into flames as we tore up the bedroom having awesome, consensual, monogamous, ragingly gay butt sex. Sorry, guess we still haven't been able to pray the gay away!
And my lesbian friends deserve a woman who treats them like this, and my gay dude friends deserve a guy that treats them like this!
It's too bad we can't all find love. I suppose I didn't because I'm not pretty in the conventional way. I'm too heavy for societal standards, and now I'm old.
I wish there really were someone for everyone. But I'll take my writing over a bad relationship any day.
Rt @weknowcomedy Mom: Let me see your facebook. Me: *Throws computer out window* what facebook?
The sad thing is when this would still happen at age 45, like it would for me!
I'm stealing the meme, and this beautiful picture, from a blog called. Sunday Stealing. Now, oh excitement unbridled, you can get to know more about me!
Sunday Stealing: The Imaginary Meme, Part Five
81. What’s your favorite action movie?
I think of it more as a horror/sci-fi movie, but Aliens has plenty of action and it's one of my favorite movies. Right now I've been one of the Writing Sisters helping the madcap Cie Cheesemeister get back in the game. She's been creating this absolutely over-the-top insane, funny fanfic that only the craziest folks could get into. It's a blend of the characters from her universe, the Aliens characters, and a whole bunch of other funny shit. Must be seen to be believed!
I'm a little reluctant to share the link with the Blogiverse at large, because the Cheesemeister is finally coming out of her shell after hiding away for a long time. (The story is on a hidden blog.) She was hurt very badly and is still vulnerable. Therefore, if you are a cool person who can live and let live and if you don't like it will simply leave it alone, but if you do like it will sing its praises to her, I'll give you the URL.
If, on the other hand, I really can't get a "vibe" from you or I get a bad one because you seem to be a potential troll, no dice.
I've learned that sometimes I have to be a bitch to keep things rolling smooth. I don't let vermin into my house or my family and friends' houses.
82. Have (or are) you ever been involved someone much older than you?
Fifteen years older. I was 30, he was 45. It didn't end well, but we were able to be friends later.
83. Do you believe in lust at first sight?
Yes, but acting on it tends to be a bad idea.
84. Favorite type of venomous snake?
I really dig all snakes. I just don't think it's a good idea to touch the venomous ones. Kind of like it's a good idea not to act on lust at first sight.
85. Do you drink alcohol?
Not at all any more, but when I was younger I drank a lifetime supply.
86. If you wanted to talk to someone who'd lift your spirits, who'd you call?
My son, I imagine. If I call my mother, it's to try and lift her spirits. She tends to be very critical, and that ends up leaving me depressed.
87. What do you wear to feel sexy?
I haven't been sexually active for the better part of 15 years. I am not sexy. I don't care about feeling sexy.
88. Do you like to learn?
If it's stuff I really want to learn about. I believe in lifetime learning.
89. Have you ever been hit on by someone who really overestimated their attractiveness?
Yes. And once I was hit on by someone who really overestimated his penis size. He told me he was most manfully endowed, and proceeded to show me even though I said I really didn't want to see it. It was not impressive.
90. Where did you last go on vacation?
Arizona, to visit my brother. This was in 2003.
91. Dallas (as in J.R. & Bobby) returns this week. What film or TV series would you loved to be resurrected?
None of them. The remakes are never as good.
92. Explain your karma beliefs.
Basically, what goes around will eventually come around. Although karma is actually more complex than this. There's karma that can be brought on you by your actions, karma that can be brought on you by your thoughts, and sometimes shit happens because you get caught in someone else's karma. There's personal karma, there's the karma of the human race, and the karma of the planet itself. But in brief, what goes around comes around. So don't fuck with other people. Being a dick is never cool.
93. When do you think that you have a hard life?
Whenever I look in the mirror and see this haggard, tired face. Whenever I look into my heart and feel the pain of loss and disappointment. Whenever I look at my bank account and feel that I will never have enough money to have a decent life.
94. Favorite comic strip?
Hell, I don't know. But I do like reading the Comics Curmudgeon website.
95. Have you ever broken a heart?
Inadvertently. I was just getting out of a bad relationship when a friend of mine decided it was time to make his move. It was not time to make his move. He was a shy, awkward fellow with a hefty build. Of course he thought that I was turning him down because of his size. That had nothing to do with it. I did not want to get involved again that soon, and my last relationship had been really, really bad.
Sadly, this put a strain on the friendship, and we ended up losing touch.
96. Should pot be legalized?
Yes. I do not partake of it myself, but it is no worse than alcohol. Utilize the same laws that are used with alcohol.
Medical marijuana should be treated more stringently than recreational marijuana. It needs to have a certain level of purity to be truly therapeutic.
97. Have you ever gone skinny dipping with someone that you shouldn't have?
Nope.
98. What do you do when you're down?
Pretty much the same things as I do when I'm up, except I sleep a lot more. Being bipolar, I actually do have up and down cycles. I rapid cycle, so I experience every cycle for about a week to ten days out of every month. I'm just coming off a high cycle and seem to be going into a low cycle. Hopefully it won't be a very bad one.
99. Last time you were really angry?
Last July. I still hope that the two fucking backstabbing horse's asses that made me so angry burn in hell. I'll provide the starter fluid for the barbecue.
100. What is your favorite flavor in general?
Chocolate
I've resigned myself to the fact that there is no such man for me.
Usually I'm okay with that.
Sometimes I'm even happy about it.
But today, it's torture for me.
I have to create story characters that win at love, because I know I never will.
And sometimes it's just like a knife through my heart.
Like an arrow through the heart
She was the one that got away
Seemed like yesterday that
You couldn't tear us apart
But then we never realized
Love was a compromise
Too many sleepless nights
Too many jealous fights
It hurt the night I told her
Oh baby, it's all over
CHORUS:
It's over, this can't go on,
All over, cause the feeling's gone
Wonder if I'll survive alone again
Sometimes I just want to hold her
But it's over
Young and foolish of heart
We were two gypsies on the run Into the setting sun
Shattered pictures tell the tale,
Their crying love is a tragedy
Of tears and broken dreams
Just like a sad old song
Who knows where we went wrong
I dread the day I told her
Oh baby, it's over
More lyrics: http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/t/triumph/#share
This is only true when they are backstabbing frenemy types or cheating slime. Some people you will always need, and some of them go away too soon to the Great Beyond.
Check out Carrie Underwood – Good In Goodbye http://www.last.fm/music/Carrie+Underwood/_/Good+In+Goodbye via @lastfm
Sometimes it's an addiction rather than love.
Then there's good in goodbye.
This is only okay if it's happening between a pair of demons.
Check out Carrie Underwood – Good Girl http://www.last.fm/music/Carrie+Underwood/_/Good+Girl via @lastfm
I'm also not ashamed to admit that I'm a good girl. Sadly, it never worked out for me. I have too many mental problems and attracted too many predators. Can't play the game any more. But it does my heart good when I hear about relationships that do work. I guess it just wasn't meant for me.
A post from the Guyspeak website has a woman stating that her boyfriend games for about 4 hours a day and that he has been posting on a teenage girl's Facebook wall. The guy in question is 27.
Here's my two cents worth:
I'd let the gaming go, but posting on a teenage girl's facebook wall says "creepy stalker," whether or not he's actually thinking anything untoward. At the very least he's immature and looking to recapture his lost youth. If he won't talk with you about this in a rational manner, you may need to reassess whether you want this guy in your life.
