Tubby Hubby?

I only weigh fifteen more pounds than my husband. The gulf used to be wider. But he still looks handsome and not like a bloated whale on a good day. He still wears a medium shirt and can fit into pretty much anything he tries on. He's still a hottie.

Vegetarianism - there I go

So, my grand plan of going back to my roots and root vegetables isn't going so well. In fact it's going no where. Fast. Very fast. As fast as I can drink a coffee full of cream and eat a medium rare steak or a delicious cheeseburger. Damn delicious animals. I hate you. So much for my PETA membership. I'm a fraud.

You Know You're a Fatty When...

Your maternity pants fit you real cozy!

The control-top panties (man I hate that word-"panties") don't control nothing!

Your love handles are a real handful!

Bypass this

I am still at 204. There is good and bad to this. Good: I haven't gained any weight. Bad: Hello...I weigh 204 pounds.

My brother's girlfriend is going to Seattle to get gastric bypass surgery. The wait list (weight list...snicker) is 4 years here. I didn't think she was that big, but what do I know. I have yet to be convince of the merits of this surgery. Mainly because I think that until we as a society address the reason behind why people (need to) get the surgery, we will always be one step behind our weight and not attacking it head on. Eliminate all Big Macs, Frito Lays, chocolate bars (gulp), and make sure our young people know that it is more fun and worthwhile to go outside and run around than play PS2 for 2 hours straight, all the while listening to your ipod and watching a DVD on your mini, portable player. Until we do that, there will always be a waiting list for surgery, and fad diets making their creators millions of dollars. Do we really want that to be our legacy to the world? And don't even get me started on global warming!!!

A Whole Row of Fudgee-Os

As per the title, this afternoon I ate one row of Fudgee-Os out of the box I bought last night. It was full of delicious guilt. And chocolate. And stomach fat. I have no one to blame but myself: I got mad at Russel and so I bought the box. And a box of ice cream. Low fat ice cream, but does it really matter?