Archive for January, 2008
{ January 30, 2008 @ 8:28 pm }
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{ Tags: depression, overweight, plus size, problems, society, weight loss }
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Who’s to say what’s normal? Magazines? TV? Everyone is different. Not everyone can be a size 2. Every single magazine out there has something that says “lose weight with this new diet” or “I lost 10 pounds in 5 days”. Lots of people out there claim to have the secret for weight loss and there’s always ads for liposuction and breast implants or tummy tucks and nose jobs. Everyone wants to be a better looking person, everyone wants something they can’t have naturally. I myself have considered getting a few things done but luckily married a man who hates fake things on a person. It’s hard to walk down the street and hold my head high knowing that everyone who is a size 2 looks at someone like me in disgust. I’m a plus size 18, have been for awhile. I used to be a size 24 and over 300 pounds. I’ve been fighting with myself for years about weight loss. Everyday I go to work, I look at the girls there and become filled with envy. A friend of mine can’t seem to gain weight and says she’s too skinny. If only that would be the case for me…I look at food and gain 5 pounds.
I read gossip columns about celebs everyday and they always comment on how fat they look after gaining 5 or 10 pounds. It’s rare that you see overweight actors/actresses in the industry and when you do they always make comments about it. And they always make a big deal about someone who’s had something done….oh, ashley tisdale had a nose job, pam anderson got bigger boobs (again), britney spears gets lipo injections yada yada yada. Give it a rest already. There’s so many overweight teens out there commiting suicide because of society looking down on them. Kids bullying the “fat” kids and their parents not doing anything about it because they don’t see a problem. My neice is overweight for her age and she’s bugged all the time. Breaks my heart that she can’t make any friends. My family has always been big, whether it’s a bit extra on the tummy or all over, it’s just in our genes. I can work my ass off to lose weight but I just manage to keep putting it back on…no matter what I eat. I can go on the atkins diet, eat salads all day long, drink slim fast, walk 3 miles everyday and I’ll still put weight on. It’s not muscle either.
I pray for the day that all this will change. I’ll wake up and be 100 pounds lighter. We’ve got an exercise machine in our room that is very neglected but will be used again very soon. As stated in previous blogs I want to quit smoking and gain control of my life. Even if I do exercise each day and not lose weight, I’ll at least be getting in shape.
{ January 28, 2008 @ 4:58 pm }
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{ Tags: cell phones, driving, drugs, idiots, kids, pregnancy, stress, texting }
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I’m driving to pick up my babysitter Saturday morning and while I’m stopped at a stop-light I glance to my left and what do I see? A woman driving in a car FULL of kids texting while driving. I could not believe what I was seeing. How can someone be so stupid to endanger the lives of their loved ones as well as the people around them because they have to send a quirky little message to a friend first thing in the morning. Isn’t there some kind of ban against cell phone use while driving? Aren’t they pushing for one? I have a cell phone and I never drive while using it. If someone calls while I’m driving, I let voicemail get it. That’s what voicemail is for isn’t it? If Jeff is in the car with me, he answers it for me if I think it’s important. And if it’s just me and I do think it’s important, I pull over on the next side road. I don’t understand why it’s so important to drive around with that phone permanently attached to your head. Everyone I’ve talked to has told me stories about friends of theirs talking on the phone while driving and I can’t believe they’re still alive. One story I heard was of a girl texting, smoking, having a conversation with friends in the backseat and adjusting her lip gloss. How is that possible you ask yourself? The passenger in the front was controlling the steering wheel. Look around you when you’re driving, count how many people are out there with cellphones out either dialing, texting or talking. It’s shocking. It’s scary.
And another thing. I know many people who do drugs, I say it’s their choice. BUT when it comes to people who are pregnant and do drugs, that’s just plain fucking stupid. I know of one particular person who did drugs while preggers (so did the father) and her belly never got bigger. When she had the baby he was only 5 lbs and was super short. He was smaller than the length of his father’s forearm. They have 3 kids together and 2 of them had to suffer in their mother’s stomach while she pushed drugs into their systems. That right there is just as bad (in my eyes) as being a pedophile. They act like there is nothing wrong with what they’re doing. They keep doing drugs and keep pumping out kids…Fucking crack heads. Methadone addicts. You can’t get much lower than that. I wonder if they ever sat back and thought about the consequences and the effects it’s going to have on the kids as they grow up. Low weight at birth, Early delivery or miscarriage, growth and development may be slow, Fetal Alcohol Syndrome (FAS) or Fetal Alcohol Effect (FAE), mental retardation, heart problems, defects of the face and body and in some cases, death. I’m too frustrated to go on about this topic, so I’ll just leave it at this for now.
{ January 25, 2008 @ 6:44 pm }
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{ Tags: dead ends, depression, full figured, plus size, stress, weight loss, work }
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What’s the point sometimes? I swear there’s something seriously wrong with me. I just don’t know what to do. I’m working a dead end job where I’m not appreciated by management, I work my ass off to get things done and don’t get recognized for it, I work my ass off at home to keep things clean and it’s always a mess 5 minutes later….How much longer can I go on like this? It’s bad enough I still can’t stand to look at myself in the mirror or take better care of myself. It sucks! There’s alot of people out there that try to give me words of encouragement and it works for a few minutes, but then reality kicks in and the words/emotions/actions take their toll on me. What do I do?
Can’t quit my job because we need the money (even though it isn’t enough), can’t walk away from my responsibilities because that’s not how I was raised, I just feel like I can’t do anything right. I have to force myself to interact with people most of the time. Force that smile, choke back the tears and pretend like everything’s ok. No one truly cares unless it affects them somehow. Why should I even go on like that? Now, I’m NOT talking about suicide…Don’t jump to conclusions. But I just don’t see the point of doing anything anymore. Why should I try to impress people that don’t care? Why should I keep working my ass off for nothing? Why should I keep…..being someone else’s slave? I’m too nice of a person to be put through all this bullshit. Everyone’s got their favourites and they’re treated better than everyone else no matter how hard they work.
Today I stop trying to fit in. Today I stop my efforts to get a well deserved raise. Today I make the decision whether or not I will leave this life and start fresh somewhere else. Can’t go on like this much longer.
{ January 24, 2008 @ 6:08 am }
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I got a call from the dr’s office today reguarding my surgery. They’ve booked me for April 2 (for my right wrist) at 7:30am and April 16th (for my left) at 9am. I’m kinda excited, I mean I’ll probably never wake up with numb hands ever again. At the same time I feel really bad for not being able to work for that whole month and I’ll be leaving everyone short-handed at work. I’ve been told that I might be off work longer than a month since I do alot of heavy lifting and use my hands alot. We shall see I guess.
I’m kinda frustrated on top of my excitement. I’ve been trying to change the way I do things with my life. I’ve started to pay off more debts from my past, I’ve made an effort to get everything clean everyday instead of procrastinating, and I’m trying to make a big effort to change my eating habits and get more exercise. I’ve lost 30 pounds since the wedding (which is AWSOME!!!) and I want to lose more. I also want to take alot of the stress out of my life and quit smoking (again) this year. These are NOT resolutions for a new year, these are just things I’ve been wanting to do for a few years and I’m finally going to push myself to do them. Jeff has started (somewhat) to help me out more around here when it comes to chores and taking care of Jacob. My dr says I’m depressed and need to take pills but I don’t want to take them. I’m going to start taking my vitamins again and treat myself better.
I have this problem when I see someone looking at me in a store or even on the street and I think that they’re judging me for how big I am or how I’m dressed or even how Jacob is dressed and it eats me inside. I sit there and make things worse than they actually are. Jeff once said that he hates it when we go clothes shopping and the salespeople are a size 2, they way they look at me when I’m looking for clothes is just plain rude. If you go into a plus size section and start looking at something that you think would look nice, the salespeople should not snicker or whisper to the person next to them. There are alot of people out there that are bigger than me and I’m not exactly massively overweight but there’s still alot of people out there that can’t accept overweight people for who they are. I’m not my size, I’m a person. When we go grocery shopping or eat in a restaurant, I feel guilty because I always feel like someone’s watching what I’m doing. I work in a restaurant where the boss has said rude things about overweight people to my face and I can’t get those words out of my head. I’m ashamed to be seen by him…my boss. The person who pays me to work for him. A middle aged man who can’t stand the sight of overweight people. Why are there so many people out there in the world like him? Do they know what effect they have on people like us when they say things like that? Do they realize that we struggle everyday just to look in the mirror and accept ourselves or even love ourselves? I can’t stand the world we live in. I pray everyday that Jacob grows up to love himself and NOT be overweight like his mother. God, please don’t let my children be like me.
No wonder I’m depressed.
{ January 21, 2008 @ 8:49 pm }
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Let’s recap shall we? I recently went to see my dr about the carpal tunnel results and I’m going for surgery on both hands. It’s going to suck but I think I’ll like having the time off (when the pain’s gone). Not sure when it’ll be, could be 1 month from now, could be 6 months from now. Work is…….the same. I attempted to get the Kitchen Manager to talk with our General Manager about my problems with “the bitch” but I’m not sure how that will go over. Krista has seen first hand what Ilonka doesn’t do and what she leaves for me. I’m really hoping that Michael will put an end to all of this. Shitty thing is, everyone else is getting raises..but me. I’m the least paid employee in that kitchen (that includes all the people that walk in the door and get hired too) and it’s pissing me off. I want to put my notice in….there’s no reason why I’m paid the least when I do ALOT of work. I do enough work for me and Ilonka. GRRRRRRR!!!! I don’t understand why a woman her age would be so immature and irresponsible. ANYWAY…..
Jacob’s been sleeping in a toddler bed for almost a month now. He’s soooo good, he’s so smart. He climbs right in at naptime and bedtime and goes right to bed. Doesn’t try to open the door, doesn’t play in his pirate ship, doesn’t grab toys or go through his dresser. He just goes to bed. If he wakes up in the morning before we do, he grabs toys from his toybox and keeps himself occupied until we get him. I can’t believe this kid, he amazes me everyday. When we wake him up in the morning now he says “morning” and when we put him to sleep at night he says “night night” and blows me a kiss (sometimes). The words that come out of his mouth on a daily basis…wow. More and more each day. He’s advanced so much since he turned 2. He’s very helpful when I’m doing something, unless it’s cleaning up the living room…he doesn’t like that. We have alot of throw cushions and he’s claimed them as “MINE!” (his), so whenever I pick them up off the floor and put them back on the sectional, he pulls them off and throws them somewhere else on the carpet. Kinda cute, but it gets annoying when I wanna clean before the babysitter comes here.
We’ve been looking for another babysitter again. Michelle has got a job now so I turned to the teenagers who were watching Jacob occassionally to see if they wanted a job. They took it. I’d rather pay someone who is in school, whether it be high school or college, than someone who’s sitting on their ass not wanting to get a real job. I actually had one lady demand that we pay her $10 (non-taxable) an hour to watch Jacob in her home. Ummmmm NO! I don’t think so. I think it’ll be best when I eventually work at home. Not sure when that’ll be but we’ll have 2 kids at that point in our lives. No way we’ll be able to afford daycare for 2 kids. But luckily the girls who will be watching Jacob are both in NorKam so I just pick them up during the week and they’ll alternate for Saturdays. They already know his schedule and where things are so that saves us alot of time. I’m kinda nervous though, I mean, we no longer have a back up babysitter for when Tanisha or Flora can’t do it. Since they’re sisters, I’m sure they’ll both go away at the same time…like if they were going on vacation. Anyway, we’ll think of that when we come to it.
{ January 6, 2008 @ 5:22 am }
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We left for Penticton and had a wonderful drive. I fell in love with the scenery right away. There were waves 5 feet tall, so powerful that they were splashing along the highway. I could never live there though. We stayed at the Penticton Lakeside Casino & Resort in room 601…and 602. Jeff’s Grandma was there with her Casino buddies so she rented out the adjoining room next to us. Jacob loved it. He got to stomp as much as he wanted and got full possession of both rooms. First night we were there we went out for dinner at The Black Pearl, which is located right above Satly’s just a few blocks from the hotel. Great food, great service. Jacob loved it since there were pirates everywhere. There were alot of paintings of the pirates of the caribean cast. They’re right in front of Okanagan lake and in the summertime they open up the windows (they’re accordian style). After that we took our hyper sugar fueled little man back to the room so he could have a bath and go to bed…or at least we hoped. That night it took almost 2 hours to put him to bed, he finally passed out once Jeff left him in the bed by himself. We all stayed in the same room together at night. We got up in the morning and went for a walk before we had breakfast downstairs at Magnum’s. Outside the hotel was The Hooded Merganser which is located on a warf. Ducks live below there all year round. They followed us everywhere and I was sure to take alot of pictures of them…they were so cute. Jacob had a blast since he hasn’t seen ducks in so long. It was very windy and cold there but Jacob didn’t seem to care as long as he could play in the snow. Below the hotel was also a club/restaurant called The Barking Parrot…good food there also. There’s also the casino and 3 or 4 conference rooms as well as the gift shop. After breakfast we went to see where Jeff’s parents lived..then shopping at The Cherry Lane Mall. Jeff got new jeans from Bootlegger and Jeff’s grandma went shopping as well. Jacob passed out in the van right after that as everyone else went shopping at Mark’s Work Wearhouse. We all went back to the room to meet up for dinner again. This time it was room service (which was free for us since Jeff’s Grandma paid for everything) and a movie. Movies available on the TV were still in theaters so we got spoiled even more. The whole time we were there we went through 3 26’s of Polar Ice…I don’t drink but I definately indulged myself while I was given the opportunity.
We didn’t know this at the time we checked in but that place was totally non-smoking. They charged an extra $250 to your bill if you were caught smoking in your room and even on the balcony outside. I think that’s a smart idea but sucked for us LOL. New Year’s Eve, Jeff & I watched Saw 4 (with Jeff’s Grandma no less) and spent a great night together. There were fireworks outside our room and even though it sounded like a war zone, Jacob never moved or fussed in his sleep. Jeff’s grandma had left us shortly before midnight to go party til 4am…and that she did. Jeff & I had alot of quality time together and we enjoyed every minute of it, or at least he told me he did. I must say I’ve never had sex quite as good as we did bringing in the new year LOL. I’m not ashamed to say it either. New Year’s Day was pretty quiet, Jeff’s mom was sick and his dad stayed close to home. He did take us to Wal-Mart though, so we could get some shopping done. After getting back to the hotel (Jacob had passed out in the van again) we had a nice quiet lunch while watching 30 Days Of Night. That night we went to a wonderful little Italian place called Villa Rosa. We had a nice table reserved and the owner was so nice that since we were the first table of the new year, he opened up a VERY expensive bottle of champagne and gave it to us free of charge. The food there was amazing and Jacob loved every minute of it. We headed back the next day and experienced a little bit of car trouble but got home safe. We had a good trip and I’m looking forward to going there in the summer so we can fully enjoy the amenities.
*NOTE: I’m only writing about the good stuff….not the stress that happened during the trip.