At the rate we're going....who knows!

Hey everyone! It's lovely ol' me again. With more randomness.....

So the past week, I've been psuedo-living in my sister & brother-in-laws place while they enjoyed the beautiful Florida weather and Disney magic (note loads of sarcasm -- I'm totally jealous). And while there, I came to this realization:

That apartment is haunted! LOL. No seriously. My friends can attest that things like ghosts and the dark and monsters don't scare me. Granted I'm almost 29, but they never did. I remember watching all the Poltergiest movies with my dad when I was 5 and laughing. And it's not like being in a strange place gives me the heebeejeebees. I've slept in the middle of the woods in a two man tent and not been scared.

So what happened? Well...here's the story: I was just dozing off in the bed with both doors closed (they have a door that leads to the living room and one that goes into the bathroom (which also has a door to the hallway). All of a sudden, I thought I heard one of the doors creek open. (For those of you not familiar with the apartment, a little background. The house is a raised ranch style building that was converted into four apartments. Three are 2 bedroom and then Rich & Amanda's is a one-bedroom above the three car garage. Their entrance is seperate from everyone else's) I had my back to the door to the living room, so I lazily looked over my shoulder and ensured that the door was still closed. It was, so I resumed my dozing. Shortly thereafter, I thought I heard what sounded like someone walking around in the living room area. I kind of pushed that thought aside since that's also where the rabbits' cages are located. I figured they were a little restless and just moving about. I dozed off again, yet still semi-consious. That's when I swear somene put their hands on the bed and began to shake the bed up and down -- kinda like when a kid jumps on the bed.

I'm dead serious people. The bed was shaking. I immedately shot up in bed and looked around. Both doors were still closed and there was no one in the room with me...and no other sounds. Not even the rabbits were moving about. Totally freaked beyond belief, I pulled the covers up around me and began to pray. As I started mumbling my Our Fathers and Hail Marys, goosebumps were forming on my arms and legs and the hair on my neck was standing at full attention. I literally was contemplating throwing my shit in my car and heading home to let the rabbits fend for themselves.

I have NEVER been so scared in my life. Even now, just talking about it gives me the creeps. Yeesh.

Oh well, until my next fun adventure! :)

How I lost the weight and kept it off!

Another great blog from me! :) I know you're too excited.

After the whole fiasco with my bridesmaid dress for my sister and getting remeasured and refitted at least 5 times, I was leary to set foot on a scale again.

Granted I was ecstatic that I had lost like 45 lbs since March, but I was more afraid that I had gained any of that weight back...because I was happy with the new me.

Yesterday though, I sucked it up and stepped on the scale at my mom & dad's. And my jaw hit the floor.

I lost more weight. I'm down 50 lbs altogether.

So what did I do? Well...nothing. No really. Here's what went down over the past few months:

1. I got another job, a retail job. It requires me to be on my feet, moving and lifting things. I'm active for Christ sakes! This is great, because I hate normal exercise.

2. Since getting that job, I've stopped snacking for the most part. I mean, I'm not sitting at home gorging myself on chips, cookies, pudding and what not while I lay across my bed surfing the internet.

3. I think because of all this recent activity, my metabolism has changed drastically. I eat like there's no tomorrow when it is time to eat. Granted, not as much as I would have stuffed into my face prior to March, but still plenty. Yet, I haven't gained much, if any additional weight. Plus, it's not always the healthiest of foods....

4. I've had awesome support from friends and family! :) They rock, period.

So now, I'm 5 lbs away from reaching my goal I had set back in March and I'm truly excited. I haven't set any goals for the next year -- mostly because I want to acheive the one I have first, and I know it may not be as much as I lost this year...but here's hoping! :)

Some of my first thoughts...

If you've ever had the opportunity to hang out with me, even for a few moments you know that I have a tendency to say things out loud that normal people are just thinking. I admit, my mouth moves a lot faster than my brain on many an occasion. Usually, these moments are my funniest.

I have these unwritten rules and guides that I unleash, usually only in the company of close friends, that I call "The Fat Girls' Guide to Style, Socializing and Life in General".

Long ago, I was told in a speech class that you cannot ridicule one particular group of people for your comedic speech unless you were in fact one among that group.

Ladies and gentlemen, I am a Fat Girl. It's a fact. There is no getting around it, no "I'm not fat, I'm big boned" (well, I'm that too....but still). So I shall unleash my fat girl fury and let you in on a few of my guidelines....

1. Fat girls NEVER should dance on a bar...no matter their intoxication levels or the pleading of friends. Look, here's the reality; it looks like it's a blast. Seriously, if I wasn't so freaking afraid of heights and well, fat, I'd probably totally revel in the moment. But when fat girls get on bars, people start starring...and their not looking at you because you look amazingly hot up there sweating like a whore in church, whipping your damp hair around like you are the star in Flashdance the Revival. No, their staring because they're waiting for either A) the bar to break from the weight B) a humiliating clothes malfunction C) you to bump one of the other girls off the bar with your earthquake moves or D) YOU to fall off the bar. Let me tell you, when D happens, NO one is going to catch you. No one. You will fall straight to the floor. No guy is going to catch you, fall madly in love with you and then sit there while you tell your kids the story of how you met.

2. Mesh, netting and see-through clothing is NEVER an option for a fat girl. NEVER. You are going to look like the whale that got caught in the tuna net. It reminds me of those disgusting goo toys where you squeeze this innocent looking ball with a netting around it and a different color ooze starts to stick through the holes. Seriously, it makes me want to vomit. Leave the mesh and such to someone who can pull it off way better than you probably ever will -- your gay cousin.

3. Remember, at times, YOU ARE THE FAT FRIEND. Here's the deal....when given the choice of who they want to show off -- guys will always pick the girl that looks like she's the slut/stripper/naughty babysitter...whatever. They're not going for the "looks like she could pack away the entire buffet" girl. There is no reason to get upset. Sure there are guys that might actually go for that....but chances are few and far between -- oh, and if you find one, send him my way.

4 (and my final guideline for today). You are not ALWAYS the fat girl. Yes, you read that right. Understand that as a fat girl, you can't be completely down on yourself. You have to have some confidence and know that at times, you look amazing and people are looking at you for the right reasons. Just know that you are not always the fat one. And revel in that moment.

Now, some people may read this and think "Geez, she's brutal. That's just wrong." or that maybe I have low self-esteem. Let me tell you this...I'm just someone who knows exactly what I'm dealing with. I know that I'm big and it's something I'm diligently working on (I've lost 45 lbs since March), but I also take amazing care of me...I eat right (for the most part...I can't pass up good food!), bathe more than regularly and most importantly don't wear mesh. I'm confident in myself and my abilities and know what I want. That's me.