Archive for the ‘Wait’ Category

On "Promoting" Obesity

June 30, 2009

Isn’t there some inherent sexism in focusing on the weight of a woman who is making a living because of her singing and songwriting skills? Does every Jack Black interview have to include “relevant” information about his weight? Seth Rogen became a star without a svelte physique. No one cared if we posted about those guys without mentioning their weight, but women must be small and tiny and delicate and therefore feminine, right? And let’s not pretend this is a health issue: We see images of stars smoking and drinking and frighteningly thin, and never get emails about how we’re “promoting” those unhealthy lifestyles.


Pump Weight

August 24, 2008

I go in to see my endo on Tuesday.

It also so happens that the last couple of days, I’ve noticed that the dreaded pump weight seems to have caught up with me. I’d actually thought I’d avoided this, as it appears to me that I’m using *less* insulin than I did before I switched to the pump. Maybe I really am eating more than I was, pre-pump?

I don’t think so, tho.

I do honestly think a matter of better control – and eating too many of the work lunches instead of the lunches I bring from home. I haven’t had my latest A1c yet, but my last one was 6.5. Not too shabby. A 6.5 a1c corresponds to an average blood sugar reading of 138. My current average is 122, which would be an a1c of 6.0. Still not as good as my 5.9 (which I got while being, what 5-10 lbs lighter?).

As usual, my concern with the weight gain has more to do with the fact that I can’t afford new clothes than it does with the “OMG I’m Fat!” rant.

I’ve also finally gotten comfortable enough adjusting basal rates that workouts more than twice a week are starting to look less annoying. I’m hoping it’s just a matter of getting back into my regular eating and workout schedule.

For the record, though, I did finally stop buying peanut butter. Those flourless peanut butter cookies, paired with all that WoW playing, is when I first started noticing that my jeans weren’t fitting as well. I needed to ditch those bad habits and pick up some better ones.

Eternal vigilance sure does get annoying, but when I stop paying attention, I go to seed really quickly.

It’s a bitch.

It Only Took Me 27 Years to Get There… But I Sure Do Feel Better

December 7, 2007

The Minnesota research suggests that girls who felt good about themselves were more likely to be physically active and pay more attention to what they ate. They didn’t lose much weight, but they made healthy lifestyle changes that at least prevented them from gaining more weight. Meanwhile, the researchers found that the girls who were the most dissatisfied with their size tended to become more sedentary over time and paid less attention to maintaining a healthy diet. Those who were unhappy with their bodies were, in fact, more likely to gain more weight.

Really, we’ve gotta stop with the “fat is an indicator of health, happiness, and quality of life” thing.

Like so many of the bullshit “truths” of life, this one really heads people down the wrong road.


November 2, 2007

Somebody should tell that Rhino she’s fine just the way she is. Also, I love me some pretty unicorns, but at the end of the day, the rhino’s gonna win in a rumble.

Remember: Life Starts Now

October 11, 2007

Joy’s newest Fat Rant.

Fuller Hips = Fuller Life!

August 18, 2007

Please Do Edify Me…

August 9, 2007

As to why it is that 80% of the time you read one of those “Americans are all so FAT!” articles that the only gender whose FATNESS is measured from one decade to the next is… women? You can’t tell me that it’s about “AMERICANS” who are getting fatter and nobody did any comparisons on male weight (I have fat rants in droves, but this particularly sexist thing about all the fat talk drives me even battier than all the gross assumptions about fat people).

But then, men are SUPPOSED to be bigger. The truly grotesque are the women, who are all supposed to be taking up less space. And it’s the women who should feel really bad about it, because they’ll pay more money to get rid of it, and fail. Because women gain weight even more easily than their male American counterparts.

Holier than thou.

The Body of a Mother

August 1, 2007

Most of these aren’t safe for work.

My First Dream in French

July 13, 2007

Or, rather, my first dream where I found myself in a French-Arab country and tried desperately to communicate in broken French.

I was with someone else, collecting all sorts of wizardly potions for some kind of ritual at this big old house and we were in the souk and found this little sort of herb shop and we needed… gawd, what was it? Nassau, nassa, something, I don’t know, but they didn’t have it in straight herb form so we had to order it as part of this chickpea stew.

In the dream, I forgot how to say, “I need” (j’ai besoin de) and had to use “I would like” (je voudrais), but I was terribly dissatisfied with this expression because I really did desperately need this herb for this wizardly rite, and these two guys in the back, who spoke Arabic, English, and French, quietly made fun of our paltry attempts to communicate in French.

“French isn’t so hard,” they said to one another, “Faim, quelque faim, it is nothing. So easy.”

It wasn’t until I work up that I realized the easy words they’d used to illustrate how “easy” French was were “hunger” and “some hunger.”

Even in my dreams, I’m buying food and thinking about hunger. Even in foreign languages.

This doesn’t surprise me, as I learned at PP that I’ve gained another six pounds since January. I’ve also started eating blueberries for breakfast instead of eggs and bacon, to cut calories, and have started drinking black coffee all morning to cut hunger. From about 9am to 7pm, except for a short hour or hour and a half after lunch, I’m hungry all day. All. Fucking. Day. And yes, I do put snacks in there: one at 10am and one at 3pm – string cheese and some carrots – just to try and cut some of that horrible hunger.

I’m hungry all the time, and seeing negative results for all that. It’s enough to drive me batty. I can’t fucking wait to set up this appointment with the new endocrinologist. There’s some easier solution to this crap, I know.

I don’t even care what language it’s in.

And I Go Swimming…. In a Swimsuit!

July 1, 2007

Fat Rant.

(and, just for shits and giggles, she has a funny little nerd-girl timetraveling video, too)