Hi guys. I'm still at 259.
Now, looking at my sexy, full-figure, you'd never guess I could box as a heavyweight fighter.
I could, if I were a man, and not quite so fetching as a woman.
I'm not that into pain, either, so boxing wouldn't be good.
Anywho, I'm still pushing along with the SutriSystem.
It's my fault that I'm not losing. I've cheated.
A lot.
So, it appears that it's back to square one.
Again.
Do you get tired of reading about my yo-yo diet?
I know I am.
I knew one of my favorites would make the list.
I love Butter Pecan in every variation, from the Haagen-Das to the store brand.
Apparently, some varities of it are fattening. Who knew?
Another favorite for me is the carmel-laced ice cream at Friendly's, that I can't think of the name for, but I know is probably equally as sinful.
Damn those ice cream makers for using real milk and sugar.
Anywho, see if your favorite made the top six according to this list.
As a general rule, I love my birthday.
May 24 is the best day of the year, hands down.
I blame my parents. They always spoiled us, but our birthdays took it to a whole different level.
On your special day, you got gifts, some of your favorite meals and to wear your (usually new) birthday outfit.
Even at 30-something, I still get butterflies the night before my birthday, in anticipation of what my day will bring.
This year, it brought flowers - lots of them.
I went to fill up my little Honda CRV today, with gas prices at $3.85 per gallon for regular gas.
Thank goodness I shop at Giant, I thought as I unscrewed the gas cap and prepared to fill up.
Buy using your bonus card, the grocery store offers you gas points for buying groceries.
I have three bonus cards.
Anywho, I scan one of my cards and get 20 cents off each gallon, putting the price down to $3.65 a gallon.
Bonus!
That is, until I started pumping the gas.
(Phone rings)
Me: Hello?
Wagon: Hi, is this Michele?
Me: That depends. Is this you, Satan?
Wagon: No, but you're close. It's your diet calling.
Me: I knew you'd find me.
Wagon: Yes, that's kind of my job.
Me: So, it's that time again?
Wagon: Yup. You've got to get back on track with SutriSystem.
Me: But what if I can't do it?
Wagon: You can and you will
Me: Ok, Wagon. Thanks for the call. I'm on it.
Wagon: No problem. And Michele, no more drinking the ranch dressing, Ok?
Me: (Sigh) Ok.
This dramatic production was brought to you by the letter Q and by your favorite blog writer, who will celebrate her birthday Saturday.
Whitney Houston was wrong about a few things, including:
Marrying Bobby Brown
Her hairstyles for most of the 80's and early 90's
Two words: The Bodyguard
Her 'family' reality show
But she was not wrong about crack.
As Whitney so proudly said in her infamous Barbara Walters interview, "Crack is whack."
Apparently, Amy Winehouse did not get that memo.
I'm a hater when it comes to the 'lollipop' song.
What? You've never heard the musical, magical song involving lollipops?
Well, you're in for a treat. It just so happens I found this mockery of a song and its video.
Here you go (This is not one for the kiddies) :
It's a sad day for hip-hop when this garbage is the number 1 song.
And can you get your boys? Basically, the only grown men who carry around lollipops are. . . well. . . usually arrested after they try to use them to lure small children into their cars.
Am I the only one who thinks this is a stupid song?
This week I'm on a music snob rant. Dont' mind me.
or does Clay Aiken look really creepy in this video?
It's like he and Carrot Top are fighting for the title of "Most Frightening Makeover."
Aiken looks like the real-life version of his wax figure at the famous Madame Tussauds.
Ok, this is where I tell you I've never been ached for Clay Aiken.
(Ha ha ha. I know. I have a million of those!)
With each makeover, he looks creepier and more Ken-doll like.
No, I shouldn't insult Ken that way. After all, he's still trying to move on after Barbie.
Does anyone else think Aiken looks like a scary clown?
Hard.
At this point, I'm somewhere under the wagon, being dragged by it and my extra weight.
Between heartache and the stress of returning work and my physical therapy, I've managed to gain back my lost pounds.
I can't tell you how pleased I am about this.
Actually, I feel like dirt for backsliding.
No, it's not peanut butter jelly time.
(Beware - more fat woman brooding in the jump. . . )
Always the classy fashion icon, Juliette Lewis performs at a Netherlands concert and strkes a pose.
Hmmm. . . well . . .
I'm not really sure what to say about this one. What nice things could I say?
Nice yellow pants?
At least her pits are shaved?
Her hair doesn't look too greasy?
Nice. . .vajayjay shot?
I'm spent. What do you guys think of this one.
Please, don't hold back.
As promised, I'm posting some of the older blog post for those of you who are new to the blog, or for those who want to relive my humble start.
So, here's Nightmares of the Pleasantly Plump, one of my first blog posts.
It explains what I need to do and how much I'm trying to lose.
If this week's weigh-in (I gained three pounds), is any indicator, this is going to be a LONG haul.
Sigh.
I just wanted you guys to know that my diet partner, Amanda, is doing super on her diet.
In just a few weeks she's lost 20 - count that - 20 pounds!
We at Weighing In are so proud of my homey's achievement that she too gets the peanut butter jelly time treatment.
So, here's the video again, to celebrate my homey's weight loss.
Way to go, Amanda.
Keep up the good work.
As usual, I'm confused.
Apparently, a new study says that if you get too little sleep, or you get too much sleep, you are more likely to be obese.
What if you do both at different times?
Some nights, I may get my full seven to eight hours. (And if I don't, co-workers beware.)
Others, I can barely get four or five hours because I stayed up to late reading. . . Yeah, that's what I was doing up late. . .
Anywho, now I know why I'm fat.
Thanks, new CDC study.
Here's the story on it.
Let me know what you guys think of this one.
Who decides whether your girls should be restrained or run free?
You?
Your man?
Society?
This is exactly the problem pondered in this column in Annie's Mailbox.
The writer is perplexed about whether she, heavy breasts and all, should wear a bra.
Her husband, she says, likes for her girls to be free at all times, and she lets them bounce around, even after getting dirty looks from other women at groceries stores and in public.
(Count me in on that one - please, sister, cover those things up!)
What to do?
What to do? I just don't know.
The girls at the mailbox set her straight.
Guess what popular blog celebrates its one-year anniversary this month?
(I'll help you out.)
It's mine!
On May 7, I celebrate 12 whole months of telling you my thoughts on dieting, food, clothing and pop culture.
Blogging is awesome.
To celebrate, I'll be doing some blog reruns (read: I'm too lazy to compose new ones), to let you see some of my early posts you may have missed.
Thanks to all of you, this blog gets more than 1,000 hits a month (That's right, ya'll. Tell your friends.)
So, you guys rock. Thanks for your support and your comments.
By now, you've seen or heard something about the controversial photos of teen star Miley Ray Cyrus.
If not, here's the dish:
Miley, 15, otherwise known as the pop music and Disney television show star Hannah Montana, recently had a photo shoot with Vanity Fair and photography great Annie Leibovitz.
Both Miley's parents, creepy dad Billy Ray Cyrus, and her mother, whatshername, were at the shoot, and approved the photos.
However, when the naked photo from the shoot, with Miley draped only in a sheet came out, all heck broke loose.
Miley said Leibovitz's shots "embarassed" her. Leibovitz said the portrait was approved by Miley and her parents, and that it is art.
Here's one of the many stories on the controversy.
What made me mad about the whole deal was the following quote from Disney about the whole thing:
"Unfortunately, as the article suggests, a situation was created to deliberately manipulate a 15-year-old in order to sell magazines," a network statement said.
What?!?!?!
Are they serious?
