Trigger warning: Brief mention of eating disorder and weight loss.
I want to be antifragile. The opposite of fragile. I want to get stronger when I meet with resistance.
But damn. It’s so hard. For instance, a few minutes ago I got a notification on my phone that someone left a message on a post I made here in 2012. Here’s what they had to say to me:
Except without the cute little piggy. Or the heart over the ‘i.’ Because people angry enough to leave random messages like this aren’t really the cute-pig-and-heart-dots type, right?
Trigger warning: Violent imagery regarding cosmetic manipulation.
Possibly NSFW: It’s a video using an illustration of a naked woman. The screencap used below shows boobage. Scroll at your own risk.
Guys, my work is trying to kill me.
I’ve got a great job and I really can’t complain considering I don’t have a college degree, but I’ve gotten so good at my job (#HumbleBrag) that I’ve got customers coming at me from all sides wanting my magic touch. So while I have several intriguing blog projects in utero, I haven’t had the time to gestate them to fruition.
But the other day I saw something on reddit that I wanted to quickly share.
I’ve been seeing a few posts on Facebook lately about clothing options, and the lack thereof, for fat people, especially for those of us who are DEATHFATZ. Now I’m not talking fat women who can wear a size 24/26/28, I’m talking about those of us who wear sizes above 28.
I wear anywhere from a size 26 to a size 32 in women’s pants, depending on how they’re made, the fabric from which they’re made, and who made them. As for tops/tees/blouses, I have sizes ranging from a 4X to a 6X, also depending on who made them, the style, the fabric, and whether they button or are pullover types. I don’t wear dresses at all anymore, but the last time I bought a dress, it was long enough in front, but not near long enough in the back (does that mean I have more ass than belly?). And any dress I tried on that had a waist was totally out of the question — waists on dresses hit me right under my bustline. Princess dresses, where the “waist” is supposed to hit right under the bustline, usually hit me right in the middle of my rack of doom (probably because I have a rack of doom and they aren’t made for women with a large bustline). Read more…
I have a love-hate relationship with cruising. I love the sea, it’s why I volunteer with the Coast Guard. I love that I don’t have to drive and my hotel travels with me. I love being able to visit port cities long enough to determine if I’d want to come back and explore them further. I love being able to try new foods with minimal risk. Some nights our wait staff would bring up extra dishes for us to try and one trip, our assistant maitre d’ was putting on cooking demos for our section. I used to love that it was a fail-safe way to have an unplugged vacation. Get far enough off-shore and cell phones are useless. Sadly, that’s changed and the ships carry their own cellular networks if you’re willing to pay for the privilege. Now it’s a voluntary unplugging, but I’m not telling my office that!
Trigger warning: Discussion of sparse eating, both as a lifestyle and as the obsessive calorie-counting version.
So I read this New Yorker article about Rob Rhinehart, who created a total-nutrition meal-replacement product he calls Soylent, which he’s been living on for a year, and before I was even done reading I knew I’d be trying a few new food experiments. I didn’t know what yet, but definitely something.
Looking for a simple meal that will transition nicely between the dwindling days of summer and the beginning of autumn? Try this recipe for orange chicken, which boasts a mild citrus flavor with a bit of spice. I made it years ago for a work luncheon and it got a lot of compliments.