tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2300611070893992585.post6242460145315354572..comments2023-10-17T09:46:20.456-04:00Comments on facebooking from the edge...: Fat ThursdayAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05223158968534558268noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2300611070893992585.post-43962157107234717452011-09-15T18:24:36.300-04:002011-09-15T18:24:36.300-04:00Since I'm all about extremes, I veer from one ...Since I'm all about extremes, I veer from one end to the other: I either step on the scale a thousand times a day and obsess about every bite I put into my mouth or else I pretend it doesn't exist and stuff myself stupid until my pants don't fit.<br /><br />GAH!<br /><br />I like your Jeans Test... I'll just put those suckers on every day and stay off the flippin' scale.<br /><br />xoAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05223158968534558268noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2300611070893992585.post-5486197838884313172011-09-15T18:03:38.568-04:002011-09-15T18:03:38.568-04:00Aw damn. The jeans test is a bitch. I actually don...Aw damn. The jeans test is a bitch. I actually don't own a scale, because I wouldn't be able to keep myself from stepping on it every day. If I feel like I've gained weight I pull out a pair of old jeans I save only for this purpose. <br />If I can put them on without wiggling then I'm just being silly.<br />If I can put them on with a minimum amount of wiggle it's still fine.<br />If I have to do the jump wiggle shake to get them on (you know what I'm talking about, right?) then we have a problem.<br />If the jump wiggle shake fails, and I somehow manage to get them on anyway and then proceed to walk like I have a stick up my ass because everything is so constricted, then...FUCK!<br /><br />It would probably be easier if I bought a scale. Point being, I feel ya.VVhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10863874446538812094noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2300611070893992585.post-72484720699975356062011-09-15T15:48:48.191-04:002011-09-15T15:48:48.191-04:00Being told there was a legitimate reason for my fa...Being told there was a legitimate reason for my fatness (other than gluttony), like an allergy, would be a blessing and a curse, I can imagine! On one hand, it would be like, "Well, duh... eliminate gluten!" but on the other it would be like, "Well, shit... I have to eliminate gluten!" Now I'm thinking, "Hmmm... I wonder if I have a gluten allergy..." <br /><br />Seriously, though, I hear ya. My naturally thin and fit grown sons say things like, "Just exercise, Mom... it's not that hard."<br /><br />Sure it isn't. That's why obesity is such an issue in our country, right? Because all anyone has to do is park their car further away from the front of the buffet.<br /><br />Oh, and eat less.<br />Sigh.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05223158968534558268noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2300611070893992585.post-30197644259505035512011-09-15T14:31:07.341-04:002011-09-15T14:31:07.341-04:00Sweet syruppy sassafras! That was me last year, as...Sweet syruppy sassafras! That was me last year, as soon as I turned 36, I gained 20 lbs. Seriously, within 2 weeks. And then added about 12 more. Finally, finally it was found out after much testing, and a full year later, it was the gluten allergy, but still, NONE of my clothes fit. My panties, pants, shirts, even my boots were all too small or ridiculously tight. And the 'well meaning' advice everyone, and their brother, and their aunt's cat had to offer? Bullshit. All of it. Walk around the park, park farther away, eat less...really?!!Kelly Foxhttp://painfulspaghetti.blogspot.comnoreply@blogger.com