| Sunday, January 28, 2007 |
| 800! |
 As I signed onto my blogger dashboard today, (because, yeah, it's time I posted a little something) I realized that this is my 800th post! Yay me! Had I been a consistant blogger, I would probably have many many more than that, but really, who's counting? Apparently not me because I can't even remember the last time I looked at that number.
 Jaw update. Still stuck. Any volunteers to yank my bottom jaw down as hard as you can to see if that works?? (shut up, pikkel, I wasn't asking YOU) I'm sure I would scream as if being murdered, but if it meant I could fully yawn, brush ALL of my teeth and also eat foods that are larger than a flat pea, then, hey, bring it on!!
It's winter guard season again and yesterday was the first competition. Brianna's guard got third place in their class. Their show is way cool AND incorporates HOOCHIE boots at one point. NOT for Brianna, but for one girl in the show. It's pretty awesome since they are high school students. High school girls and any kind of hoochie-wear is just awesome on a stick!
All of my cameras, film and digital, need batteries so I was not able to take one photo which is just against my religion. I can't go to any event and not take at least 30 pictures! I did, however, have my video camera. No photos, but video. That will do. In a pinch.
It's 12 degrees outside right now. I'm pretty sure it is 11 degrees in my house. I'm fixin to turn the heat up to about 78 or so...gas bill be damned!!
I haven't seen Bubba since 8am on Friday. He won't be home for another 5 or so hours. The kids are losing their minds wondering "WHEN WILL DADDY BE HOME???" You can see who the favorite is around here, huh? Oh, you wonder where Bubba has been? (oh, you KNOW you were) He's been in Missouri for the annual umpire..thing. (so informative, I am)
Armed & Famous has been...cancelled..or pulled..or whatever..and now I am sad. No more hometown shenanigans for the world to see. *sigh* Oh yeah, my official Ponch sightings for the duration they were in town. ZERO. That sucked.
Did anyone else see Friday Night Lights this past week? Is it just me, or is Coach Taylor getting even more beautiful every week? (along with Riggins, but he is a minor and that makes me dirty, so I try to ignore that bad boy and his long messy hair...ahem..)
It's all about the eyes. Or the tongue. Whatever.
Seriously, aren't the Taylors just as cute as they can be? Also, I am praying for the day that little Mattie Saracen will somehow grow a back bone and speak his mind without stammering. Bless his little heart. Also? I am pretty much convinced that Lyla Garrity, one-did not come from parents who look like that, and two-has a condition which makes her head stay tilted to the right at all times.
Man, I love that show!!
Now, how was THAT for an 800th post?? Could I have rambled all over the place any more? I think not.
Toodles.
PS No word from The Biggest Loser, yet. As if.Labels: 800, Armed and Famous, biggest loser, bubba, friday night lights, jaw, ramble on, winter guard |
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| Wednesday, January 17, 2007 |
| In a nutshell |
We finally got a supervisor! Yay! Longest 3 months of my life.
Almost ready to send my Biggest Loser video and appy.
American Idol was way too drawn out last night. Could've been done in one hour instead of 2. 3 more weeks of auditions. Ugh.
Armed & Famous is cracking my shizz UP! Guess you have to be from Muncie. It's on again tonight.
Yes, I am posting this at 4:30am.
There really isn't anything else to tell.
I promise I'll write more good stuff soon. Remember, good is relative. Or subjective. Or one of those -ive words.Labels: american idol, Armed and Famous, biggest loser, supervisor |
| posted by Angie @ 4:34 AM |
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| Sunday, December 17, 2006 |
| I'm going to do it (a long and drawn out post. be warned.) |
 I printed out the application. I have my audition tape planned. I am going to apply for the next season of "The Biggest Loser."
On the surface, it may seem silly to some. Reality tv shows are stupid, silly, etc... That is what a lot of people think. Not me. If you've read my blog for any amount of time, you know that I watch lots of reality tv. It's purely entertainment. My feeling is that I spend all day being serious. I spend most of each and every day having to be mature and professional and when I finally get "me time" at night, well, I really don't need to think. I want to just veg out sometimes. No, that's not entirely true. I just like to laugh. Reality tv is so cheesy...it makes me laugh. But, now I'm kind of digressing.
Watching The Biggest Loser the past couple of years has both depressed me and inspired me. The people on the show feel what I feel. They are ME. The tears they cry are tears I cry myself.
I don't talk a lot about my struggle with The Fat on this blog, but I have mentioned it from time to time. I'm here to tell you that my fat, and also food, consumes me and almost my every thought. Though I have struggled my entire life to eat right and lose weight, it's just been in the last probably 10 years that it has become a constant source of depression, pain, frustration and any number of other emotions.
You see, I KNOW that I have a food addiction. I know this. I KNOW I am fat. No one needs to tell me. Fat. Fat. Fat. It's a word that some people use to hurt and it's a word that still others are just afraid to say. But I'm not afraid to say it. I'm not plump. I'm not fluffy. I'm not chunky or chubby. I am FAT.
How did I get FAT? I eat. Sure, obesity runs in my family on every branch of the family tree. I will not ever use that as an excuse. I eat. I like food. I use food as, well, all kinds of things. Mostly, I use it as comfort for every emotion I ever experience. I eat when I am happy, sad, mad, frustrated, stressed, bored...you name it, I want to eat. We're not talking carrots and celery either. I'm sure you already knew that, though.
Topping it all off is my sedentary job and my basically sedentary lifestyle in general. Bubba spoils me in that he does everything for me. I don't even have to do laundry. Seriously. No, I'm not blaming him for anything, but when I get home from work, I really don't have to do a thing. My exercise is walking from the living room to the bathroom. I've become extremely lazy.
I think that tells a lot. I've become lazy and I've just sort of given up. I know how to lose weight. I feel like I'm too far gone to even help myself. I feel desperate and at the same time I feel hopeless. I consider weight loss surgery. I consider Weight Watchers. I consider menu plans and lifestyle changes. I start lifestyle changes and before they can even become habit, I give up. I actively DO many things to try to change the way I feel and look. I fail every time.
Most of all, I think I feel embarrassed. Embarrassed that I have become this fat person with seemingly no self-control. I don't want to run into people I went to school with because of the way I look now. I was kinda thin and cute back then. Not now. I balk at meeting any of my favorite and best blog friends because of the fat. I have pushed friends out of my life over the years and the fat has a lot to do with it. I do NOT go around the softball complex where Bubba works all summer long. Are you kidding me? There is NO WAY I want all those people to see Bubba's fat wife. No way. I hate going to crowded places where many people may be looking at me at the same time. You know, like sporting events, marching band competitions, etc... And oh my sweet lord don't even make me go to the mall! Every person at the mall weighs 100 lbs and dresses cute and has great hair. Nope, not for me.
See? It runs deep. There are so many other things I could get into here in describing me and my fat and how it has..how I have let it..affect my life. I won't though. I don't want this to be THAT depressing of a post! (too late)
My daughter is going to help me put my video together and I asked my brother in law if he will transfer it to DVD for me before I send it in. It scares the frickin' crap out of me to put myself out there. But I'm doing it. You know, the funny thing is that I am not worried about all the millions of strangers that would see my fat were I to make it on the show. I am more worried about the people I KNOW. My family, my co-workers, my blog-friends. It makes me sweat and palpitate at the thought!
Bottom line..what do I have to lose by applying for The Biggest Loser? Besides weight, nothing. What can it hurt? If I don't apply, I will regret it. And please, before anyone makes comments, I KNOW the odds. I KNOW that chances are, my application and tape will be tossed aside. But, I'm doing it anyway. Too many times in my life I haven't done something because of fear. So, I might as well go for it. Again, I say, what do I have to lose?
I didn't write this to make anyone feel sorry for me or for anyone to tell me, "You can do it! You can lose weight!" I know that. I just really wanted to blather on about me and my fat. Is that so wrong?Labels: biggest loser, the fat, weight loss |
| posted by Angie @ 11:30 PM |
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