tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50611255534309111052011-07-31T04:03:25.913-04:00The journey from pudgy mom to sexy momma.Pudgy Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15180603126061383036noreply@blogger.comBlogger491100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061125553430911105.post-56910567473306012842010-10-08T11:31:00.002-04:002010-10-08T11:36:27.855-04:00

No, silly, that's not my age. It's my weightloss. Yep, 25 pounds. I am now officially out of the fat jeans. Back to my regular size, but not down to my skinny jeans. I have so many kinds of clothing it's not even funny. I even got rid of all my fat clothes last time I lost weight (thanks for that tip, Dr. Phil, you bastard) and then I had to buy a whole bunch of clothes when my pants stopped

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O.k., a little crowing involved now. I am 20 pounds lighter. Yahooo!!!!! I have a whole new set of fat clothes I can wear since I'm less fat than I was. My closet is opening up for me. There is more to come, once I lose some more weight. And of course, since summer is winding down, I now have a whole set of shorts I can wear. Oh well. I'm looking at the obscene number of pants I have in my closet

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Past posts just crack me up. "Back to the diet", "Back on track", "going nowhere." Phooey, all of it. Here's what it all comes down to....July 4th. It's hot. I'm cranky. I'm wearing my fat shorts and my fat top that make me look fat. We go to a party and I'm sitting there in all my fatness, when a squabble among the boys breaks out. One is crying, my son is saying "does she look fat to you?" as

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Well, that whole diet went to hell. First my back injury. And then Christmas. Darn Christmas with its cookies, cakes, sweets, parties, long holiday breaks. Ruined me. I ruined myself. I just can't seem to get movitated. Even with all the weight loss ads. Weight Watchers. Jenny Craig. Alli. Slim Fast. They are all telling me I am fat and need to lose weight. I have to agree with them. My second

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I'm in for it now. I have hurt my back. Not at the gym, not while doing 100 sit ups, not while lifting progressively heavier weights for less reps (Body for Life people!). No, I threw out my back bending over to put snacks in the stupid snack bin.Just got back from the grocery and I was unloading the groceries. Stupid teenage baggers think, because I didn't use plastic bags but brought my own,

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I yelled at my scale this week."I hate you!" I said to the white scale, just lying there with a smug look on it's face."_" it said back."What is wrong with you?" I yelled, "I am working my butt off here. Can't you give me a little slack?""_" it murmured."What do you want from me? I'm exercising, doing what I'm supposed to. Sure, I had some chocolate...had a lot of chocolate...more than I should.

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I am the tortoise. I want, so desperately, to be the hare. But I am the tortoise. Slow, lumbering, crawling to the finish line. A careful plodding forward, eye on the finish. That's what weightloss is.I was becoming frustrated by the ups and downs. I've been weighing myself almost every day. Oh, boo, you say, don't do that. Bad idea. Well, it works for me. It keeps me in check. It's too easy to

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I think I'm an addict. Not drugs or cigarettes or sex, although that would be pretty funny. My husband sure would appreciate that. No, I'm a food addict. I don't think I need pills for that. Do they make any? And I'm not morbidly obese, even though my BMI puts me right up there with the Pillsbury Doughboy. I just think about food all the time. How to make it, when to eat it, what to do with the

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I'm having a good day. I got on the scale this morning and saw a good number. I'm down 14 1/2 pounds. That's not too shabby. I fit into my fat-fat jeans again. Things are looking up. So, forgive me for my cynicism, but someone is lying.My mom sent me a shipment of her People magazines. A guilty pleasure, but I do enjoy reading about celebs to a point - who got married to early (Kourtney

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I've been watching the Dr. Oz show during my workouts at the gym. And some when I get home and do ab work. Although, I'm starting to think that's a bad idea. He has a segment where he shows what kinds of bacteria or diseases or bugs are on your everyday items - like the remote control (enterococcus - fecal matter), mattress (dust mites eating your dead skin), and the bottom of your purse (some

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That's about how I feel. I am &%*&(($*%& MAD. Once again, it is the scale. I have been nothing but good for the last two days. Felt pretty good about myself yesterday, I was down 13 pounds. Felt like I was actually getting somewhere, finally! I've been bouncing around the same numbers for two weeks and WOW, here was a new one.Cut to this morning. Feeling all good. Know I've been good, made good

Pudgy Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15180603126061383036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061125553430911105.post-76689619425797306902009-09-20T22:12:00.002-04:002009-09-20T22:30:05.676-04:00

I'm writing this blog now so I can keep from running into the kitchen and eating anything not nailed down. I'm not hungry. I have no need for food. I just want it.Watching TV is some kind of food desire hypnosis. I don't even have to see an ad for Wendy's or Dove Chocolates or Applebee's latest food offereing. Just the act of watching TV makes me want to grab a bag of chips. Or sip a soda. Or

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Can't a girl have some fun? Really, just a little? A dinner out? Some hummus and whole grain pita chips? And, o.k., some really good chocolate cake with gooey, pecan encrusted frosting. But, that was an afterthought. A big afterthought. Twice.Fine, I cheated. I splurged. I went a little crazy last night. It started with a trip to Applebee's. The hubby is gone for a conference (coming back tonight

Pudgy Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15180603126061383036noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061125553430911105.post-65822603904817446422009-09-13T11:23:00.003-04:002009-09-13T11:44:26.886-04:00

I am the creator of my own messes. I am a mastermind of self-destruction. I am...a baker.My son was crazy yesterday, wanting to do something. But everything he wanted to do involved something we didn't have or something we didn't have time for. So, I resorted to baking. He wanted to bake cupcakes with frosting. I talked him into Texas Sheet cake.Why would I think that was a better choice than

Pudgy Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15180603126061383036noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061125553430911105.post-87717338244403310262009-09-11T13:05:00.001-04:002009-09-11T13:11:20.042-04:00

I'm doing it. Don't go there, filthy people.I'm exercising. Our gym finally opened and I'm back at it. Doin' the elliptical, the recumbent bike, the ski machine, lifting weights. I can barely type this, my arms are so sore. Don't even think about touching me. I hurt in places I didn't even know could hurt. At least sitting down doesn't hurt. That is the worst feeling. Can't even sit on the toilet

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This post is going to be gross. I'm just warning you. Just in case you are eating or thinking about eating or just finished eating. Which is where I am most of the day. You've been warned.It's day....what day is it? How long have I been doing this crap? This eating right and eating veggies first and being good? How long? Right, three weeks, I think. I have lost and gained the same pound over the

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Tuesday: Lost ten pounds, yippee. Write blog. Feel great.Wednesday: Gained a half pound. WTF? How did that happen? Official lost 9 1/2 pounds. Feel deflated. Still eat well anyway.Thursday: Damn stupid half pound still there. Pissed. Angry. Not blogging.Friday: Half pound gone. Yippee. Ready to go, workout, do something. Nobody wants to workout with me. Instead I clean.Saturday: Didn't weigh

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Well, I've done it. The first milestone. Ten pounds lost. WhooHoo! Let's party.Or not.It's not making a huge difference, at least regarding my clothes selection, but I can tell that I feel better. And I'm definitely eating better. Funny thing about it is, it doesn't feel like a diet. I feel like I can eat things I want (not the poptarts, though, those are evil) and still do well. I'm eating a

Pudgy Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15180603126061383036noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061125553430911105.post-79680511397520369682009-08-31T12:20:00.003-04:002009-08-31T13:06:14.141-04:00

You said your name was weightloss? Wait a minute...yeah, I think I do remember you. Doing the skinny thing? Coming off pound by pound? Inch by inch? Yes, I know you. We met about three years ago? Or five? Or eight? Or ten? It's been a while. I remember that. Eating right, exercising, getting motivated. It's all coming back to me now.Oh, I loved that feeling, when clothes would fit and I didn't

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Driving back from the grocery store today, I could smell the chocolate donut my daughter had selected for her "treat" and the cinnamon roll my son chose. The smell permeated the car, even with the windows open. I could smell the rich chocolate icing, the chocolate crumb cake of the donut. It was pure evil. But I loved it. Better still, I didn't eat it. Just sniffed. I'm pretty sure there aren't

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Now that I have gotten rid of the Skinny Bitches book, I'm eating very well. There is no fear that I'm poisoning myself. I live in a world of denial. And it's a very tasty world. I've been eating well. Not a lot, but well. I have not found myself hungry very often, unless it is warranted. Like before dinner or lunch. I don't wake up with a sugar hangover. And I'm enjoying a wide range of fruits

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I'm flummoxed. Flabbergasted. Floundered. What the heck? Got on the scale this morning and I GAINED a pound. Yes, gained. That is not right. I know, I had some croissant yesterday. And a bite of a bear claw. But certainly not a pounds worth. Oh no. Now I'm pissed. What the hell is all this scrimping and saving of calories? The waiting to eat starch until after I've eaten all my veggies and

Pudgy Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15180603126061383036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061125553430911105.post-80373788948157512522009-08-25T12:20:00.002-04:002009-08-25T12:29:22.195-04:00

Already one week since I started this "lifestyle" change. Who are we kidding? Diet. Anyway, I've started eating differently. I've lost 6 1/2 pounds. Not too shabby for one week. But there is a lot more to lose. And that's mostly water. So, really I can talk myself out of any amount of congratulations.It's necessary. If I didn't, I would be drunk with success. I would think, well now, I can fudge

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Things are moving fast in the Pudgy Mom household.Not really, but it sounds good. I am, once again, waiting. Waiting for my family to return. Waiting for people to call. Waiting for meal inspiration. Waiting for the next time I can put something in my mouth. It's a good thing I'm not a smoker, because I'd probably smoke 10 packs a day. I'm bad at waiting.I'm trying to fill the time between meals

Pudgy Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15180603126061383036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061125553430911105.post-21451829450588663742009-08-22T15:29:00.006-04:002009-08-23T14:05:18.124-04:00

The Skinny Bitches are staring at me. So smug and confident. "Don't eat that you fat pig." "That is a chemical shit storm." "Toughen up." "Sober up." "Drama queen." Boy, are they mean.There' s a lot of turmoil going on here. I want to eat right. I want to reset my fullness meter. I want to make healthy choices. But then a whole 'nother contingent is yelling at me about the earth and the

Pudgy Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15180603126061383036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061125553430911105.post-92207705378756013932009-08-21T22:35:00.003-04:002009-08-22T15:49:47.937-04:00

I have a big problem. Beside the obvious overeating one. I have been reading The Skinny by Dr. Aronne. I bought the powdered protein (in chocolate form) for breakfast shakes. I've cut out a bunch of carbs and only eat them at dinner after my protein. I feel great.But then I was introduced to Clean Eating. The idea is to only eat products with one or two ingredients. So, you're eating foods in

Pudgy Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15180603126061383036noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061125553430911105.post-52692587774885949472009-08-20T15:20:00.003-04:002009-08-20T15:35:53.719-04:00

It's day three on the desert island I call Skinny Eating. Supplies are running low. Fattening, scary foods abound. Trying to stick with the high protein, heavy weight, low glycemic foods. May have to start eating the natives...I'm kidding. It is day three. I've lost four pounds. I'm guessing it's mostly water weight. Yesterday I couldn't get my head off the couch. Summer cold and a migraine. Not

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Dear GOD, what have I done? Stepped on the scale this morning. Guess I'm going to have to adjust my weight loss goals a bit. 40 pounds to lose? More like 50. I am NOT kidding. Ladies, I have done it. I have hit the unforgivable mark. I have reached a weight that I only previously hit while pregnant. And I don't have that excuse.Might explain why my shorts, my fat fat shorts, are getting tight. I

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I'm just trolling websites, checking out recipes for sangria, when I see an ad for a Mom with her gut hanging out saying she lost 30 pounds in some insanely short amount of time. So, of course, I click it.I know whatever they are selling will not actually do what they say it will. But the company has actual videos from Rachel Ray's TV show, Fox News (like I'd take them seriously) and some health

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I feel a change coming on. It's been a long, busy, lonely, crazy summer. I feel out of the loop. Like the world is passing me by and I'm running, running after it but can't quite catch it.It's time for a change. Change can be good...I think. I'm usually opposed to change. I like routine except when I don't want routine. That's the tricky part. Making routine not feel routine. Get it? Maybe I

Pudgy Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15180603126061383036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061125553430911105.post-54922572050763002372009-06-29T07:25:00.002-04:002009-06-29T07:57:18.311-04:00

I was thinking about Jon and Kate +8. Not sure why. I don't even watch the show. But there is an irony there that I just can't stop thinking about. J & K renewed their wedding vows in a fancy outdoor ceremony in Hawaii this past year, with the TV cameras rolling. Kate was wearing a lovely white number (probably worth 10X was she spent the first time around), the kids were all there, cute and

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I am feeling isolated. I don't know if it's the summer or school being out or my slow weaning of medication that I am beginning to think I really need to be on for the rest of my life, but I feel alone. And not in a good way. I feel disconnect from people. I am missing my peeps. Where has everyone gone?I have struggled with depression in the past. Part of it is my pessimism. I think I was a

Pudgy Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15180603126061383036noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061125553430911105.post-17227611545018317802009-06-18T07:45:00.002-04:002009-06-18T07:55:03.874-04:00

I love the first moments as I wake up. That groggy time between sleep and awake where you don't know where you are, who you are, what is going on. I can be anyone. I can be young, important, reasonable, kind, caring, tough. It can be any day of the week, weekend, special day, regular day. Before all the every day stuff comes rushing in.I was being particularly lazy this morning. My husband was in

Pudgy Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15180603126061383036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061125553430911105.post-35713225981261992502009-05-08T08:39:00.003-04:002009-05-08T08:54:38.078-04:00

I've been duped. Don't you hate it when you are led to believe one thing and then the big switcheroo happens. I'm doing a temp job, scoring for a national, well respected company. I read extended responses to questions on an assessment test. So, they read a passage about waterfalls, and then a prompt asks the students to "describe how the water falls over the rocks. What in the passage tells you

Pudgy Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15180603126061383036noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061125553430911105.post-54203426528755376272009-05-05T12:28:00.002-04:002009-05-05T12:41:15.413-04:00

I don't know what to say. I had a contractor in my house, he's working for our local gas company. They're replacing risers? Still not sure what it is, but apparently it's the pipe part between the meter and the house. Not sure why they had to do it, but the flyer says it's at "no direct cost to you." What about indirect? I'm thinking I will see the charge at some point, in higher gas rates?

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I had a busy weekend. Went to my parent's house for a birthday/Derby Party. We go every year. My mother has the unfortunate luck of having her birthday right around Mother's Day. Sometimes she gets two celebrations, sometimes she gets one. She'll get two this year, but one, Mother's Day, without her children around.I think she prefers it that way.Let me explain. My mother is very particular. She

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I've been robbed. Not the knife at the throat, or gun in your back, give me your wallet kind of robbery. No, actually this one was quite painfree and silent. Our checking account was robbed, using my husband's debit card number. Not his card, just the number and expiration date. How it happened, I have not yet determined, but it has set off a chain of events that brings me to my next topic - we

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I hate catalogs. But, who am I kidding? I read them all. They show up on my doorstep, all shiny, clean, lovely, with lots to see and worlds to invite me into. They promise happiness from a billowing new blouse, a happy party with just the right dinner table accessories, an orderly house with another organizational tool. So easy. Just order, call 1-800-WESELLSTUFF, or go online

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I'm supposed to be looking for a job. I've been looking...for the last year and a half. It's not going so well. It doesn't help that the economy has tanked and everyone and their uncle are looking for jobs. I have gone from being a college educated working citizen to a stay at home mom. And all that previous work experience? Worthless to me now. I haven't worked for 8, almost 9 years. That is not

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I had an altercation at the gym today. I was told to get a life by a man who chose not to follow the rules and was interrupting my gym time. Sounds silly, but when you think about it, this story just shows how badly people relate to each other.At our gym, you sign up for machines for 15 minute intervals. You can sign up for up to a half hour, but that's it. The idea is, during really busy times,

Pudgy Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15180603126061383036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061125553430911105.post-1191312901096882782009-03-04T10:25:00.003-05:002009-03-04T10:39:34.213-05:00

It is a sad state of affairs when I have an obsession with a 17 year old vampire from a book. What is it about these Twilight books? I don't even have a teenager, just a tween, and she's certainly not reading these books anytime soon. My "Twilightcrack" dealer got me hooked on them. Thanks, T. I've read them all. Seen the movie. Visited the website. Checked out YouTube. Listened to the soundtrack

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I have a birthday this Saturday. It is the last birthday I will ever have. Isn't that what I'm supposed to say? I'm knocking on 40's door. Forty has unlocked the door, cracked it open and is pulling the chain off to let me in. I'm going to be *gasp* 39. Thirty nine forever. Not that I really feel that way. Seriously, I'm not concerned about the age thing. My mind is young as ever. Mostly it's

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My son lost his first tooth last week. He's 7 and in first grade. It was a big deal. He's been feeling like a baby because so many of his friends have lost their teeth and walk around with that punched-in-the-mouth goofy smile. So, one finally came out with all the usual fanfare and whooping. We put the tooth in a big plastic tooth - the kind the kids get at school when they lose a tooth at

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Just when I get motivated. Just when I get a positive attitude, it all comes to a screeching halt. Why is that? At least it's not my fault. I still want to be good, eat right, exercise. It's the sickness that has invaded my home.The plague. First my husband. Now my son. Who is next? You would think that after two weeks of being breathed on by sickos, it would be my turn. We'll see. Maybe it will

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I'm up past my bedtime. It's not unusual. With all the excitement in the air, it's hard to sleep. Two other families joined us today for a special election night dinner. Adults and kids nominated food choices and then we all voted. It was a great way for the kids to feel involved and learn about the power of their vote, how it feels to win and how it feels to lose. The kids had a great time and

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In September, a massive wind storm hit my town, remnants of Hurricane Ike. Strange, since we live in the middle of the country, far from any coast. Trees fell, lines were down, power out, neighbors emerged from their cocoons to find out how others were faring. We lost our power for six days. Doesn't seem bad when you consider there are still some people in Texas who still don't have power, over a

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It's not winter. I know. But I'm thinking cold. It's too muggy here today and I'm not enjoying the moist air.Where is Fall? Where is the cold-enough-you-need-a-sweatshirt weather? The cool, crisp air. I'm already itching to make soups and bread. But it has to be cool enough before I'm turning the oven on. I do NOT need another heat source right now.We're having a lazy Saturday. Got up early for a

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I thought that might make you look. TV is dangerous. Delightful, daring, dull. Depends on what you're watching. I was watching a morning news show during my workout. They were comparing the presidential candidates, side-by-side, on their education policy, health care reforms and energy ideas. It will become apparent very shortly who's "side" I'm on. But follow me for a moment.The poll the news

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I've never blogged before. I'm guessing you can tell from my lovely layout and amateur writing. I am a writer, or at least I tell people that to justify my existence. You see, I am a SAHM. I'd like to find a job, part-time, but I am having a tough time of it. I started searching the web, found a mind boggling amount of crap and here I am.I could be making a fortune fulfilling rebates. Literally.

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