Wednesday, January 30, 2013

Fat Girl Files Part II. Boys, Boys, Boys. // Kelly K.

Recently my parents celebrated their 36th wedding anniversary. They were married when my mom was 21 and my dad was 23 and I came along 3 years after that. Naturally I thought my path would lead me in the same direction; married with 3.2 kids with a white picket fence and a golden retriever by the time I was 30. Fast-forward almost 32 years and that is Not.Even.Close.To.My.Life.

If you read my last post, then you recall I grew up the “fat girl”. The 1998 photo was from when I was 17, the summer going into my senior year of high school, and the 2012 photo was this past October at 31.

One of the consequences of growing up overweight is how it affected the way I relate to men and the types of relationships I have had with them. As most fat girls can attest to, there is not a lot of positive male attention being thrown our way, especially in the high school years. Because of that, my male interaction “education” was stunted. I also became a ‘people pleaser’ as a consequence of and to overcompensate for being fat...I have a really hard time saying ‘no’. Can you relate?

When I was in college and began to lose the weight I became friends with a male coworker who was about 10 years older than me. I will never, ever, ever, ever, until the day I die, forget the time he asked me: “are you prepared for all of the male attention you are about to get now that you are thinner?” The answer was ‘NO WAY’ and to this day it is still ‘NO WAY’. I was excited for the attention, it made me feel good and attractive, however I was was not equipped to mentally handle it nor experienced in how to be strong in making choices when it came to men. I didn’t have any experience in deciphering what a guy’s intentions were (and let’s be honest, the attention felt great and was addicting). EARTH TO KELLY…IT IS NOT THAT HARD TO FIGURE OUT!! Because of that, I have made a TON of mistakes in the guy department, as I am sure most of us have (regardless of our weight). A lot of those mistakes led to broken hearts (which in return led to some weight loss), and a lot of them led to life long regrets. I was too scared to say ‘no’ to losers (remember, this fat girl was a ‘people pleaser’) and I was too scared to say ‘yes’ to the good guys (feeling I didn’t deserve them)…I have let a lot of amazing men slip through my fingers in exchange for the thrill that a guy with an edge could give me.

The most serious and meaningful romantic relationship of my life ended last year disastrously, resulting in a heartbreak that was indescribably, physically painful (and included a 13lb weight loss in the span of two weeks). During the breakup I asked him “what wasn’t enough”. His response was “it was enough, it just wasn’t right”. 100% without a doubt, I know that it was my internal fat girl that asked that question because at the time, I honestly believed I wasn’t enough. Did I not give enough? Was I not pretty or skinny enough? Was I not smart enough?

After that breakup I took a year off from men and from dating. BEST DECISION EVER. I found out who I am again and what I want from a man and from a relationship. I discovered who I am as a ‘thinner girl’. I am not going to lie, now that I am skinnier, I get a lot of male attention and it is really fun and flattering. I went on a date last weekend and the guy asked if I had dated much since moving to Austin in August. My response “yes, but nothing substantial. Unless someone is going to be a compliment to my life, I don’t have time for the distractions.” Taking that year off from men let me explore myself and get my confidence back. It also allowed me to have the confidence to say ‘no’ to the losers and to have the confidence to know that I need to please myself first before I can please anyone else. It allowed me to have the confidence to say “I am enough. Period”.

This photo of my ex and I was taken in the Philippines in 2011, and looking back on it, I think it is so appropriate that you can’t see our faces. As I approach my 32nd birthday, single and definitely not on the path I had thought my life was going to take, especially when I was with him, I couldn’t be happier and more proud of where I am and where I have come. I am excited to find “the one” to bring a photo like this into focus.

For any of you struggling with the issues I did in having a hard time saying ‘no’ to the losers, I highly recommend reading the book Why Men Marry Bitches. It is definitely a life changer when it comes to dealing with men and from the moment I finished the book I have been the bitch!! It is not a bad thing!

Feel free to come follow me on my adventures at Life in the Klass Lane.

Monday, January 28, 2013

Gender Roles. // Jen J.

I don't know if this is a good idea or not but I am going to run with it.

I have a question and I want to open the comment section for a debate.

Some of you may have noticed that some of the lady bloggers in our community have been receiving a lot of flak for the amount of time they are spending in the gym versus the amount of time they spend with their children.  I am going to be honest, sometimes I have thought to myself who in the hell has time to spend two+ hours at the gym on a regular basis.  I do not even have rug rats and I do not have time for that. Between my full-time job, the commute, keeping the house clean, fitness, quality time with my favorite people and my social media addiction, I am lucky if I get six hours of sleep a night.

But, who am I to say what is what and how long is too long.  There is no way I can fully grasp the dynamic of their lives from the snippets they share on their blogs.  Maybe they have a 15 minute commute to work versus my sometimes hour commute.  Maybe they are rich and can afford a maid.  I also don't know what role their husbands play in their family.

My thoughts wander to gender roles.  I feel as though my perspective on the topic is somewhat unique.  1) My profession is pretty male dominated so I personally don't feel confined to typical gender roles.  I work with all men and only one of their wives work, the rest stay at home (and a huge kudos to them; I know it's hard).  Sometimes we travel a lot which takes us away from our loved ones.  In fact one of my male co-workers and I took a 6 month overseas assignment together and at no time did I hear him receive any criticism for being away from his three kids for that amount of time.  2) I was lucky to be raised in a household where I never had outside care.  There was always a parent home with us.  My dad taught during the day and my mom worked nights at the hospital.  So typically it was my dad feeding me dinner, brushing my hair after a bath, and tucking me and my sisters into bed.  Therefore, I am a big believe that the a father can be just as nurturing as a mother.

I am not trying to be Debby Defender here.  I am just trying to be objective and non-judgmental.  But my thoughts do bring me to a question. 

Do you think these bloggers broads would receive such criticism if they were men?

Sunday, January 27, 2013

The Truth Behind Instagram & I'm Trying Turbofire. // Jen J.

I've gotten a lot of Instagram love (@fitnessunscripted) recently about how good I've been looking.  I truly appreciate it and I am proud of the 23ish pounds I have dropped since starting this journey.  However, I will caveat that statement by saying I feel like a giant phoney baloney sandwich.  Objects in real life are not as they appear on the Instagram.  It is easy to hide behind the miniscule lens of an iPhone and the filters of Instagram.

This is my truth.  Taken with a real camera.  No photo shop or nifty filters.  Post workout and dirty hair.  Why the hell didn't I at least run a brush through my hair?!!?  Gross.  Oh and if you zoom in close enough, you can see the rash but save yourself and don't. 

5' 8" // 177 pounds
My BF, who from here on out I am going to refer to as Tower (he's six foot six) took them.  Can you say humbling??!  Of course he knows what I look like - every nook and cranny.  But there is just something humiliating about posing in a sports bra for a few snaps.  God Bless him for being a good sport.  And how about my lady balls for posting this shit on the intertubes.  huh, huh?  Give it up for your girl.

Clearly, my trouble zone is my belly.  Always has been.  Never in my life have I rocked a bikini.  Sometimes I wonder......let's face it -  IF I would have been thin (and less geeky) in my teen years and early 20s,  I would have been a slut.  So maybe the gut is a blessing in disguise.  But now that I am older, mature, and in a committed relationship, I want a flat tummy - DAMN IT.  Now is my time!  Especially, before any babies.

I digress.

This is not my first before picture, but fingers crossed hopefully it is my last.  I have some important things coming up.  My boudoir photo shoot is scheduled for the end of February and at the beginning of March I am headed to Jamaica for a girls trip.  It's shit or get off the pot time.  Which means it is time for a new challenge.  I've had my fun with Jillian; it's been a good ride!  Yours truly is a 30 Day Shred and Ripped in 30 graduate.  Holla!  But frankly, it is time for a new lesbian crush.  Insert Chalene Johnson and Turbofire.

Honestly, I had not heard of her or Turbofire before Fit Camp but after seeing them both discussed in the group, I looked into it.  And surprise, surprise - I let you ladies influence me into another purchase.  I ordered it through a friend of mine who is a Beachbody coach.  It cost $79.90 and another $6.59 in shipping.  For those of you unfamiliar with Turbofire it is 90-day cardio conditioning program - part kickboxing, part dance - and includes 12 workouts on 5 DVDs.

Today was day five and I will be documenting my 90 day journey here.  It's time I stop pussyfooting around and make some progress.  I've been hovering at the 177 lb mark for too long and I hope this challenge will get me moving downward again.  To be honest though, to make some progress, I really need to get my head out of the feed bag.  Honest to God!  For example, I may have scarfed down some of this chocolate caramel popcorn today while watching an episode of Nashville.  That dang Tower brought it home after I gave him strict orders not too.  Them boys, they never listen.

I digress again.

Once a I get a full week in, I'll let you broads know what I  think of Chalene and Turbofire.  In the meantime, if any of my two readers have any experience with Chalene or Turbofire, I'd love to hear your thoughts.

Sunday, January 20, 2013

PSA. Don't ask Stupid Questions. // Jen J.

I don't claim to be a moral authority or anything but since I have the keys to the FU blog kingdom I am going to take the opportunity to provide you all with a Public Service Announcement.

The saying, "there is no such thing as a stupid question" is complete dung.  Bullshit, I say. 

I have concluded that there are three stupid questions you should never ask a woman.  This conclusion is based upon my own experiences and those of the ladies in Fit Camp.

1.  When are you going to get married?  I have gotten this one a ka-zillion times; as my BF and I have been dating for four years and living together for two.  Recently, I was at a family party and my Aunt said in front of everyone that I may have to think twice about my BF because I ain't getting any younger.  This question followed the discussion of my younger cousins wedding registry.  Do I wish that my BF and I were married?  Why, yes I do.  Like yesterday.  This is no secret.  Am I aware my biological clock is ticking?  Duh, at age 32, I sure do.  Did I need it to be pointed out publicly - albeit in front of my family?  Nope.  Gee, thanks, Aunt!  In fact, my eyes welled up a bit.  Just like everything else, there is more to the story.

My BF gave up everything to move across the country for me and to me his move is was a bigger commitment than putting a ring on my finger.  His life had to be molded to mine.   And let me just say, going from long distance relationship where everything is fun, fun, fun, to co-existing is not easy.  One minute I was jet setting off to see him and the next reality sets in and laundry must be done and toilets scrubbed.  Thank goodness, I can say we have finally got into the groove of things but the "growing pains" definitely delayed the "I dos".   Did I want to share the ins and outs of all this with my family.  Hell to the no.

2.  When are you going to start a family? 
First, I will say that I think it is completely acceptable if a couple decides not to procreate.  I do not that it is for everyone and I bet it takes a lot of thought and struggle for a couple to deviate from a "social norm".

Personally, I want kids and hope that someday I am blessed with them.  But that is exactly what they are, a blessing.  It is not always easy to get knocked up.  Infertility is pretty common, if you have not struggled with it yourself, then I am sure you at least know someone who has.  This is why I hate this question.

Since I have never tried to get pregnant, I cannot speak from experience, but I can only imagine that struggling with infertility is emotionally, physically, and financially draining.  And depending on the infertility issue, I am sure it can be embarrassing.  Couples do not need any extra pressure so just avoid going there. 

3.  When is your baby due or are you pregnant?
I would like to think that men are the biggest culprits of this one - but I have heard women ask it too.  Bottom line - even if you suspect someone is expecting, DO NOT ask.  If they wanted you to know, they would tell you.  Do you really want to risk insulting someone and and their watermelon belly to satisfy your curiosity?  I used to work for an amazing apple shaped woman and witnessed her being asked this multiple times.  To see the devastation and humiliation in her face when she had to respond, "I am not pregnant, I am just fat" broke my heart.  Anyone that is overweight, knows they are overweight and the last thing they need is someone reenforcing that in an awkward manner. 

Tell me people, are there any other stupid questions?

Sunday, January 13, 2013

Not So Glamorous Fitness Jargon. // Jen J.

More often than not, fitness is raw and sloppy.  Especially for us husky girls who are typically grunting our way through workouts while leaving a trail of sweat marks around our lady bits.    I find it helps to laugh through the uncomfortableness and I hope you do too.  While running on Friday, I thought of some what I think are funny terms related to our wellness journey and I figured I might-as-well try to make a post out of it.  Without further adieu here's a glimpse into how my mind works and my effort to make light of this journey.

Double Down. - Get your mind out of the fat girl gutter!  No, I am not referring to Kentucky Fried Chicken's sandwich of bacon and melted cheesed pinched between two pieces of fried chicken.    Double down in the fitness world is when a well endowed broad has to secure her knockers down with either duct tape or two sports bras in order to avoid a black eye. 

Chub Rub. - Have your thighs every rubbed together so much that you have sworn your control-top pantyhose were going to catch on fire?  Or better yet, have you experienced the embarrassing swoosh of corduroy?  Pudgy gals also experience this when they work out and their upper-inner thighs rub together so much that they get chaffed and develop a rash.  I realize that most of you have probably heard of this term before as it not original to me, but it is the lead in to my next term so deal. 

chub rub / thrash rash
Thrash Rash. - This is the not-so-scientific proper name for the rash that develops from chub rub.  It's not good my friends.  It hurts and is unsightly.  At all costs, you do not want your man to see it while engaging in sexy time.

Titbit. - This is what I've coined my Fitbit because I keep it secured on the bridge of my bra between my bosom.  Anytime I can add a little sex appeal to anything, I do, and that is exactly what I've done here. 

Superficial Weight Loss. -  This is a temporary weight loss that occurs after such activities as sweating your vajazz off in a hot yoga class or after dropping a big deuce. 

Yogart.  - Speaking of yoga, a yogart is an anal salute to your fellow yogis while twisting and bending like a pretzel.  Typically it sneaks out with no warning at all.  Trust me, it is a fact, if you practice it long enough you, YES EVEN YOU, are bound to eventually pass gas from your ass during yoga class. 
That is the extent of what I could come up with - five lousy terms.  But I'd love to add to this collection of fitness jargon.  So if you have a term, please provide it in the comments below with it's definition and your first name and last initial.  If it makes me chuckle, I will add it to this blog post (or if I get enough, I'll do a sequel) and give you a nod of credit.

Wednesday, January 9, 2013

The Rash that Never Was. // Jen J.

Jiminy Cricket.

I am so annoyed.

The rash that two doctors and two nurses diagnosed as an allergic reaction to the antibiotic Amoxicillin, which I was prescribed for Strep throat, was not an allergic reaction after all.

After suffering through a round of Prednisone I was not seeing any improvement. In fact, my skin became more and more irritated. It's painful to wear jeans and twisting to Jillian's mother effing workouts hurts. That biotch is kicking me while I'm down.

On Monday night I could not sleep - because yes - it also hurts to sleep so I got up and perused through various medical websites convinced that I was suffering from something more than an allergic reaction.

A little tap-tap-tap of the iPad and I found this thing called Guttate Psoriasis which is actually triggered by Strep. The pictures and symptoms matched up. Psoriasis is an autoimmune disease. I  already have Ulcerative Colitis, which is also an autoimmune thing and unfortunately if you have one autoimmune issue you typically have two, or three.

After my self diagnosis, I was on the phone first thing in the morning with my dermatologist's office trying to get an appointment. Thankfully they were able to get me in yesterday and my doctor took one look at the sores that took up residence on my body and confirmed my diagnosis.

I got some ointment and will be starting light therapy on Friday. I'll have to do the light therapy thing 3 X a week until I go into remission. FML, who has time for that??? Supposedly it can take several weeks to clear up. This leaves me clenching my fists with anger. Triple FML. I have things on the docket that require good skin.
  •  The laser hair removal is postponed indefinitely.  My first treatment was scheduled for last week.
  • I have a boudoir photo shoot scheduled for February 24th and the show must go on.  This is a Groupon deal and the photog has set dates which are all booked.
  • My girls trip to Jamaica is approximately six weeks away and I was planing on living in my swimsuit.
  • My four year anniversary with the BF is today and I'd like some sexy time, but it's hard to find the sexpot looking like a leper.  I guess it will be lights out.  Ooooorrr maybe, I'll get him to slather me with the ointment as foreplay.  Romantic.  Meow.
Sad panda.  And just for a little sympathy, here's what I'm dealing with.  This is my leg.  It also covers my hooters, belly, and bum.  But my face is clear, so yay! for that.

I allowed myself to be a complete grump yesterday.  But I've got to get over it.  It's not a terminal illness.  I still have my limbs and a good ticker so life is good and I'm functional.  Oh and thank you Jesus that I have health insurance....but I still got to pay an office co-pay of $35 per light therapy session.  Do the math.  Grrrr.  

Thanks for letting me rant and I promise this will be my last fully dedicated post regarding the "rash".

Tuesday, January 8, 2013

Project YOU! // Amy W.

I made a resolution in January 2012 to lose 50 lbs during the year.  I had great intentions.  By the third week of January, I had gained 4 lbs.   I made this goal for myself but I had no idea how I was going to achieve it.  I was always busy with work, my kids, the dog, the husband, the house,  cooking dinner, etc.  I was feeling stressed and unappreciated.

I went to the doctor for a check up and he asked me "what do you do fun?"   To my own surprise, I couldn't even think of one thing that I had done lately for fun.  I had spent the last three years depressed and grieving for the loss of my mom.  I was a homebody.   I was content with sitting on the couch and staring at the wall.  I knew that I had to make some changes so that I could be around for my own children.  I knew that I needed to start exercising, but finding time was difficult.  My friend told me one day that you have to treat exercise like personal hygiene.  She said, "You take time to shower during the day, you should also take time to exercise.  Exercise has to be non-negotiable."  Her words struck a chord inside me   I knew that I was going to have to find time for me.   I was tired of putting myself last and letting everyone and everything come before me.  I decided that 2012 was going to be about me.  I was going to call it "Project Amy".  I only told my friend.  Anyone else would have thought that I crazy and selfish.  Project Amy was more than just exercising and eating better.  I was determined to have fun and find hobbies!  I began walking and eating better.    I started spending money on myself and allowed myself to buy cute clothes and shoes.  It's always easier to buy clothes for your kids and not yourself when you are overweight.  But I was starting to look better and I had more confidence.  I actually wanted to shop for myself.  I bought myself a bicycle.  I signed up for a 5k.  I spent most Saturday and Sundays going for long walks, bike rides and eventually runs.  Sometimes the family would come with me and sometimes not.  I had a lot of Mom guilt for leaving for a few hours to exercise, but I didn't let that stop me.  Exercise began to be something I craved and needed.   I started planning my workouts in advance.  If I knew that we had a busy evening then I would get up in the morning and get it done before work.  I would use my breaks and lunchtime at work to walk outside.  Before long, I was getting 60-90 minutes a day of exercise a day.    I was reclaiming myself.  I wasn't just a mom and wife anymore.  I had my own identity.  I began to love myself again.  I found the old, old Amy that enjoyed life.  My family managed without me for one night a week while I  took  photography classes.  I asked for help around the house.  When I didn't get enough help,  the dishes and laundry got moved down the list.  I lost 30 pounds and developed a love for running and exercise last year.  I am continuing "Project Amy" until I get to my goal weight.    I challenge you to make yourself a priority in 2013.  To learn to say no to others and yes to yourself.  You are worth it.  You deserve time for yourself!

Amy W.

For more of Amy's journey, wander over to her personal blog, Write This Down.

Sunday, January 6, 2013

I Suck at Blogging. // Jen J.


I'm out of my league with this whole blogging thing.  I don't know what I am doing and quite frankly, I suck at it.  Let me tell you why I suck.

1.  I don't really like writing, I'm not good at it and it doesn't come naturally to me.  When it comes to the English language and grammar, I am completely baffled.  I am sure my posts are littered with typos and grammatical errors.  I still struggle with how to arrange the (i)s and (e)s in weird, receive, and science.  Commas and semi colons are foreign to me and start sentences with the word and.  Also, I can't write on command.  I have to wait until something comes to me - which typically occurs while I'm out on a run or sleeping.  This makes it very difficult to produce regular much less interesting posts.

2.  All the pictures I post are taken with my iphone.  Taking snaps with my electronic tether is just so much easier than an actual camera.  I know this doesn't result in the best quality images but whatever.  The truth is the BF has one of those fancy schmancy DSLR cameras - the Cannon 7D - but I have absolutely no desire to learn how to use that thing.  I'm lazy.  Plus, then don't you have to upload the snaps to your computer and run them through Adobe Photoshop....or some shit. 

3.  I'm not technical.  I paid someone to design FU for me.  Blogger buttons and things like rafflecopter baffle me.  I just don't get it and again, nor do I really care to learn it.  Thank God for my boyfriend who does web development for a living.  He's helped me with a few technical upgrades such as adding pinning capability to the blog and the #mlfitcamp Instagram feed on the FU Facebook page (click on the Instagram icon).

4. Who has time to blog?  I work full time, typically workout for an hour each day, and have a household to maintain.  On top of that I like to shop, watch The Real Housewives, and play with my BF and friends.  I really have no business dedicating the time that I do to these social media shenanigans.  Frown, my household has become what I consider a pig sty - albeit, I'm pretty anal. You blogger ladies with kids, I don't know how you do it.  Kudos.  Lack of time also is a factor as to why I have no desire to pursue items two and three.

5. I am not that interesting of a person.  Work. Eat. Sleep. Repeat.  That's pretty much sums me up.  I also haven't even been doing that great in the weight loss department lately.  So much for leading by example.  Ho - hum.  I guess that just makes me human.

All this leads me to a point that I've wanted to make for sometime.  I'm pretty objective and real when it comes to myself and I realize that I wouldn't have nearly the number of followers I do if it wasn't for my affiliation to Fit Camp.  Sometimes, I honestly feel that I am riding on the coattails of Mama Laughlin.  When I started Fit Camp, I had absolutely no idea that it would balloon up the way it did.  And what initially kind of started as a pseudo Mama Laughlin fan club has truly grown to so much more.  Granted it was inspired by her, but now I hope you all now see that the primary focal point of the group is each and everyone of you - not one person.  When I read the posts and see what you all are accomplishing, I am in awe.  As one who struggles with food, I can honestly say that losing weight is the hardest thing I've ever done.  Seriously.  And the fact that you guys are sweating your tits off, putting down the fork, and seeing results is truly inspiring!  It reminds me that I can do it too.

That said - I may not be the best blogger - but the reason I am here is to be held accountable and part of this community of amazing women.  Thank you to those of you who stop by FU and give it a read and especially to those who leave the occasional comment.  You keep me going and make me feel like I am not alone of this journey.

But more importantly, the main reason I spend time on this is because I want to give back.  I truly have a great life and if I/this group can help one person achieve their greatness and be healthier, my neglected dusty baseboards will not be in vain.

P.S. My initial intent for this blog was to be a community effort.  The door is always open for guest posts. I bet you suck less than I do.

Friday, January 4, 2013

Goals of 2013. // Jen J.

I still don't feel normal and my rash is still in full effect, but the BF and I are spending a quiet Friday night in, eating sushi and watching the Cotton Bowl, so I figured it was a good time to document my goals for the year.

1.  My ass needs to stop tinkering with my iphone while driving.  I am officially out of control and am full on addicted to my electronic anchor.  I think I've developed ADHD because I need to be entertained all the time now and am constantly checking social media.  Almost instinctively anytime I hit a red light I reach for the phone, which is typically placed in my cup holder, to take a peak at what's going on with you guys.  This is not good.  I am a ticking time bomb.  Safety first, and I vow to break this habit.

2.  Get to my goal weight of 160 L-Bs.  That's about twenty pounds away from where I stand now which is totally doable.  I am already down 20 pounds from where I was last year so I know I can do this but I am really having a hard time bouncing back from the holidays.  You'd think I'd have major motivation considering my impending boudoir shoot but I don't.  I have also promised myself a pair of diamond studs once I reach goal.  I don't know how I will pay for them just yet, but I will make them mine by the end of the year.

3.  The bedroom needs a minor makeover.  This is my bedroom as is.

I am fine with the paint color and the major bones of the room.  However, I threw out my curtains a few months ago because they were ugly and annoying me and I've yet to replace them.  Their replacement is contingent on me first finding a new duvet and bedding set and then matching everything.

Thank goodness I just have the woods in my backyard so I don't have to worry about anyone catching me naked.

I also am in the market for a new chair to go between the red dresser and leaning book shelf.  I had a brown velvet one there but I recently gave it to my sister for her first apartment.  I was sick of it and it wasn't all that comfortable.   Lastly, this leaning book shelf needs to go.  I hate it.  I never really liked it that much but it was on clearance.  I want to replace it with staggered shelves that are actually hung on the wall.   P.S. I am not a fan of the HUGE television on the dresser, that was the BFs idea - but also see goal #5. 

4.  Use my passport.  Traveling is my thing.  Each year I take a big trip and the last couple years the trips have been domestic (Boston, Alaska, and Hawaii).  It's time earn another stamp.  Accomplishing this goal really came to fruition a lot sooner than anticipated.  Just today, my girlfriend Allison and I booked a long weekend trip to Jamaica!  It's an all inclusive deal to Runaway Bay for early March.  This time of year when the days are short and the weather cold, I just need a little something to get me through to spring so hopefully this will do the trick.  And yes, we are leaving the boys home.  Girls trip!

5.  To be a better GF to the BF.  You better believe that I can be a control freak and perhaps a nag from time to time.  Admittedly, I think I am right most all of the time and that I do things the right way.  I'll ask the BF to do something but then end up offering suggestions on how it can be done better or just redo it myself.  Well plain and simple, I don't like it when someone does that to me so I need to chill the eff out and learn to chose my battles. 

So that's my top five.  Wish me luck.

Wednesday, January 2, 2013

I Have a Rash & it Sucks. // Jen J.

Welp.  I am tardy to the happy New Year post party.  I've had a rough go of it lately and honestly I haven't felt like typing.  I am not feeling normal.  

I bitched a few weeks ago that I had contracted the Strep throat; which long story short resulted in me having an allergic reaction to an antibiotic.  A major rash ensued.  To help cure the rash that covers my belly, knockers, and legs, I was prescribed the steroid Prednisone. 

Surprise, surprise - putting the holiday feed bag on and a rash is NOT a good combination.  My bulging waistline rubbing up against red itchy blotches is majorly uncomfortable and has left me pretty much living in yoga pants.  I am sure if you are reading this you understand the love/hate relationship us husky gals have with elastic waistbands.  It's a vicious cycle.  They give you a false sense of security, leaving us eating more.  Which of course is exactly what I've been doing.

In addition to being uncomfortable, there's the vanity factor.  My BF just returned from his Christmas trip home and I  am seriously ready for some loving.  But literally not feeling comfortable in my own skin and  looking like a leper is a reverse boner.  Who wants to have sexy time when they look like they were raped by a mound fire ants?

Then there's the Prednsione.  It effing sucks.  Thank God I finished the prescription yesterday. For the past week I've felt like I've been hopped up on speed, suffered from insomnia, and have had the appetite of a hippo. All that and the effing rash is still here!

The good news is that I am having an infusion today for my Ulcerative Colitis and I will be able to run my little skin irritation problem by my nurse.  Gosh, there's always something!  You'd think I was elderly considering how much I gripe about my health.

All this commotion has my weight up this week and I am officially out of the Last Loser Standing competition.  This morning I tipped the scales at 179.8 up from 178 last week.  womp, womp.  


I also was going to start the Bermuda triangle laser hair removal process tomorrow but had to cancel for obvious reasons.  I rescheduled for next week so hopefully I am cleared up by then.  For those of you interested, here's what I learned at the consultation.  It typically takes four to six treatments to completely remove the hair from an area.  The cost is $730 for a package of four treatments and I can purchase additional treatments if I need to go up to six.  Each treatment lasts approximately 15 minutes and allegedly feels like a rubber band snapping against the skin.  In order to be effective, the hair has to be dark (it won't work on blonde or gray) and after the treatment you need to stay out of the sun/tanner for at least a week. 

I truly hope that you guys are off to a better start than I am.  I look forward to documenting my goals for 2013 in a subsequent post after I become normal again.

Be well.  Happy 2013!

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