Not bad for a fat girl


Yay, Me!

imagesI’ve just come from a check up and I’m doing the happy dance. Ok, so maybe my labs aren’t perfect. I already knew that. But they are improving in most areas, and my doctor is very pleased with my progress. Hooray! That means way more than the number on the scale. It means the quality of my life.

He also noticed that my thyroid isn’t functioning quite the way it should be, and prescribed some medication that should make losing the weight a bit easier, and give me more energy. Yes, please. This isn’t some garbage that some fly by night company is pushing on infomercials, it’s actual FDA approved medication prescribed by an actual medical doctor familiar with me and my actual body. I know there are many people who are doubters about medication, but I don’t tend to be one of them. I trust my doctor and respect his judgement. He will closely monitor me and make adjustments as needed.

I’m really on cloud nine right now, and feeling good about the positive changes I’ve been making. Honestly, though, I was afraid that the doctor would look at my labs and tell me all the things I was doing wrong. That didn’t happen. The numbers were in my favor, and he could see the results in black and white. The really weird thing is, now I’m looking forward to my next appointment and the positive changes that will be evident by then.


Daily Prompt: Secret of Success

Today’s question to ponder is what do I consider to be successful blogging. Does it involve “likes” and “follows?” ┬áDamn you, daily prompt, you’ve hit upon something with which I’m currently struggling . In my world domination post (tactfully called going global), I confessed that I would like to be read in every continent. I’m a realist, though, so I’m okay with Antarctica being left out. But now here you are asking about likes and follows. Dad gummit. Yes, okay, yes. I DO measure the success of my blog by those things. I know I shouldn’t. I know I should write quality content for my own self betterment and if the masses find it inspirational or intriguing or whatever that’s all a bonus. But I want to be read. I want to be followed. I want to be liked. There, I said it.

flags-globe3I am completely intrigued by the idea of sharing thoughts, ideas, and inspiration with human beings whose lives are so completely different than mine, yet have so many similarities. We live all over the globe, have all different types of families, come from different backgrounds and circumstances, yet we all share the human condition. We all have loves and losses, we all have struggles and triumphs. I feel honored every time someone visits my blog to see what my take is on this life and its ups and downs. I visit their blogs and gain insight into their worlds. Without those likes and follows I wouldn’t have a window into the world of the trainer in Greece or the artist in London. I would never have learned about the Polish girl living her dream in Turkey or the teacher in Switzerland. My curious mind loves learning about all of them, and when they come visit me and leave their calling cards I feel so honored.

My blog is all about transformation and all of the bumps along the way. It’s about being a fat girl in a not so fat friendly world, and about making myself the healthiest and happiest version of myself possible. It doesn’t happen overnight. It isn’t always pretty. In fact it’s rarely pretty. But it’s my life and my world and I want to share it. I want to explore what’s happening and my reactions to those things. By putting my thoughts down, it helps me to clarify them. It helps me to see where I’m doing things right, and where I need to make changes. Blogging holds me accountable, and allows me to shout my triumphs to the world.

So yes, those likes and especially those follows mean a lot to me. My blog is still new, and I’m still learning how to reach more readers. I make little goals for myself, like when I reach 100 followers I will do the happy dance. I’m not even halfway there, but I know I will get there. I know I have something to say, and that there is an audience for my writing, so I will keep at it, and keep learning about the real world though the world of blogging.


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No Whales Allowed

My sweetheart is not a swimmer. He never learned how growing up, and he’s just not that comfortable in the water. I, on the other hand, am a fish. Or, according to a major swimsuit manufacturer, perhaps a whale.

Here’s what happened. My sweetie was perusing a website looking for a suit. He knows I love the water, and I spend a fair amount of time in our backyard pool. On hot summer days he’ll sit out with me and bake as I enjoy the lovely feeling of being surrounded by soothing cooling water. I urge him to come in, but his response has always been that he can’t because he doesn’t have a swim suit. Uh huh.


From There’s a Whale in my Swimming Pool

He has gone to this website before. He has chosen his swim suit. He has said he will order it. He has not. Anyway, he was there again today and saw that they advertised plus sized suits for women. Being the wonderful man he is, he thought there might be a nice one for me.

From the other room he asked what size I wore. I didn’t know what sizing system this manufacturer used so I couldn’t give him an answer. Some go by dress sizes, some follow the 2X, 3X, etc. model, and some go by bust size. I joined him at the computer and we clicked on their sizing chart.

Okay, here we go. According to them a 14 is XL, a 16 is 2XL and an 18 is 3XL. Only a very few styles were offered in the 3XL (which, in the normal world is usually a 22-24). Hmmmm. It seems to me that while they are offering a few extended sizes the promise of plus sizes is merely a tease.

There is a whole world of fat women out there longing for quality products that fit. I just can’t quite figure out why manufacturers don’t want our business. Guess I’ll keep getting my Catalina swimsuits. They always fit and they are inexpensive. And the best part about them? They never make me feel like a whale!