Editors note: this posting may not be as upbeat & amusing today....read at your own discretion...
Ok, so I can't help but watch the train wreck that is More to Love. If you have had the pleasure or displeasure of watching this show - consider it the plus sized Bachelor. Luke, who is handsome, I will give him that - is the bachelor and surrounding him are plus sized women. To add insult to injury, on the first episode, the show deemed it necessary to post the weight of the women for all to see. In the regular Bachelor series, they list the name and occupation only. Not More to Love, they make sure you know how much more there is to love about these women. Also, last week they went to prom, since they had never gone before. They talk about what an amazing dancer Luke is, how amazing this one man on earth recognizes them each for something more than their weight.
Another thing that gets me, is that the show gives plus sized women like myself a bad name. I am guilty of watching, week after week and hearing the same thing: "I have never been loved" or "I have never been on a date before" or "I am always being judged on my weight - this is my ONLY chance at happiness and if he doesn't choose to spend the rest of my life with me, I know there is never going to be anyone else, ever". Each and every contestant cries on camera when they talk about this and they all have the same issue - they are all in love with Luke, they have never been in love because of their weight and can't imagine life with any other man. I understand it is a show, but come on people.
I myself are experiencing some issues of my own lately in the "love" department. Ignoring the Phony is quite difficult, especially when you just happen to give up two vices at the same time that fill the empty feeling inside. It doesn't really feel empty day to day, don't get me wrong - I guess because I am filling myself up with things that are bad for me. There must be some specific reason why I do these two specific things that I know are bad for me. Thinking that I could never find someone else does cross my mind, but really, I am too Fabulous to be alone. I am wayyyy to Fabulous to be with someone not worthy of my time and affection. Sure, I have a fear of commitment and this non-relationship is the longest any man has "put up" with me. Phony has told me that it will be difficult for me to find someone that will put up with me, someone who will be as good to me as he is (have I ever mentioned Phony did NOTHING for my birthday? no card , no eggs Benedict, nothing) and that it will be impossible for me to find a man that wont cheat on me like he hasn't. I believe in Dropping the Phony and the incredible impact it will have to stay strong, but I admit, it is difficult to let go of something that provided comfort for such a long time. I have mentioned that I am hoping for a non manipulator, right? Now you may understand why...
Yes, absolutely 100% I am fabulous. Yes, 100% I can be difficult at times. Yes, I am moody, emotional - but I am also 100% passionate, loving, caring, dedicated, loyal to a fault and would be a fantastic partner to someone who is worthy of it. Right now, I could care less about finding the one or finding someone that will fill that "void". The beauty of focusing on myself is in the end, only I can find true happiness with myself - and no amount of food or man will change that. The difference between me and those crying girls on tv, other than I would never compete with 1 let alone 30 other women for the love of one man - I know that I deserve to be adored by a hockey playing, gorgeous, sexy, caring, affectionate, non lazy and successful man - who drives standard and loves Good Will Hunting as much as I do.
This process is not easy. Whenever in the past I have started a healthy regime, Day 3 without fail hits me pretty hard - so I apologize for the not so funny posting today, this is THE Day 3. I also mentioned in my introduction I would share the tears, stresses, frustrations and all that comes along with this journey so today, there are some tears, frustrations and stresses - all part of it, right?
The amazing thing is, I went to Starbucks with someone who ordered a cookie, and again, I refused to indulge. I think it helped that those delicious cookies were in hiding again...weren't calling me baby or any other cute nickname....otherwise I may have given in.
A healthy breakfast, I will salad for lunch and tonight, I will shed my 13km of frustrations and tears on the infamous Mount Pleasant hill.
Blog Soon,
PFF
p.s. why did the police man cross the road? He was stapled to the chicken....I am sorry but this is the funniest joke of all time and I just had to put something funny on here today :)
Ok, so I can't help but watch the train wreck that is More to Love. If you have had the pleasure or displeasure of watching this show - consider it the plus sized Bachelor. Luke, who is handsome, I will give him that - is the bachelor and surrounding him are plus sized women. To add insult to injury, on the first episode, the show deemed it necessary to post the weight of the women for all to see. In the regular Bachelor series, they list the name and occupation only. Not More to Love, they make sure you know how much more there is to love about these women. Also, last week they went to prom, since they had never gone before. They talk about what an amazing dancer Luke is, how amazing this one man on earth recognizes them each for something more than their weight.
Another thing that gets me, is that the show gives plus sized women like myself a bad name. I am guilty of watching, week after week and hearing the same thing: "I have never been loved" or "I have never been on a date before" or "I am always being judged on my weight - this is my ONLY chance at happiness and if he doesn't choose to spend the rest of my life with me, I know there is never going to be anyone else, ever". Each and every contestant cries on camera when they talk about this and they all have the same issue - they are all in love with Luke, they have never been in love because of their weight and can't imagine life with any other man. I understand it is a show, but come on people.
I myself are experiencing some issues of my own lately in the "love" department. Ignoring the Phony is quite difficult, especially when you just happen to give up two vices at the same time that fill the empty feeling inside. It doesn't really feel empty day to day, don't get me wrong - I guess because I am filling myself up with things that are bad for me. There must be some specific reason why I do these two specific things that I know are bad for me. Thinking that I could never find someone else does cross my mind, but really, I am too Fabulous to be alone. I am wayyyy to Fabulous to be with someone not worthy of my time and affection. Sure, I have a fear of commitment and this non-relationship is the longest any man has "put up" with me. Phony has told me that it will be difficult for me to find someone that will put up with me, someone who will be as good to me as he is (have I ever mentioned Phony did NOTHING for my birthday? no card , no eggs Benedict, nothing) and that it will be impossible for me to find a man that wont cheat on me like he hasn't. I believe in Dropping the Phony and the incredible impact it will have to stay strong, but I admit, it is difficult to let go of something that provided comfort for such a long time. I have mentioned that I am hoping for a non manipulator, right? Now you may understand why...
Yes, absolutely 100% I am fabulous. Yes, 100% I can be difficult at times. Yes, I am moody, emotional - but I am also 100% passionate, loving, caring, dedicated, loyal to a fault and would be a fantastic partner to someone who is worthy of it. Right now, I could care less about finding the one or finding someone that will fill that "void". The beauty of focusing on myself is in the end, only I can find true happiness with myself - and no amount of food or man will change that. The difference between me and those crying girls on tv, other than I would never compete with 1 let alone 30 other women for the love of one man - I know that I deserve to be adored by a hockey playing, gorgeous, sexy, caring, affectionate, non lazy and successful man - who drives standard and loves Good Will Hunting as much as I do.
This process is not easy. Whenever in the past I have started a healthy regime, Day 3 without fail hits me pretty hard - so I apologize for the not so funny posting today, this is THE Day 3. I also mentioned in my introduction I would share the tears, stresses, frustrations and all that comes along with this journey so today, there are some tears, frustrations and stresses - all part of it, right?
The amazing thing is, I went to Starbucks with someone who ordered a cookie, and again, I refused to indulge. I think it helped that those delicious cookies were in hiding again...weren't calling me baby or any other cute nickname....otherwise I may have given in.
A healthy breakfast, I will salad for lunch and tonight, I will shed my 13km of frustrations and tears on the infamous Mount Pleasant hill.
Blog Soon,
PFF
p.s. why did the police man cross the road? He was stapled to the chicken....I am sorry but this is the funniest joke of all time and I just had to put something funny on here today :)
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