I’m so excited I could binge in anticipation of the Double Chin Diary’s long awaited makeover… Should be up and live within the next few days! Here’s a taste of the great work by Jumping Jax Designs and 412 Customs! (Design by JJD, Icons by 412 customs). LOVE IT! Expect new blogs and a nifty new design in the next few days!
I was just talking on the phone to my sister… and she pulled out a guilt trip bigger than any Jewish mother ever could! I believe it went something like this “It takes me less than 10 minutes to write a blog. And I know you type just as fast as I do. And if I can find the time, so can you, BLAH BLAH BLAH”. So yes, big sister, here I am – writing a blog. Ha! (I should be writing a paper. But I don’t really want to, so the paper can wait).
Me hitting the pinata!
Last night we had a small party to celebrate my upcoming birthday! I’m turning 26 on Friday (Friday the 13th, bitches!) but I’ll be on vacation, so we decided to have a small shindig a little early. Throwing parties is interesting because it’s super stressful the day of as I’m trying to clean and do stupid things like put fresh cut roses in the bathroom cuz I somehow think people will notice and/or actually care, and we usually spend a small fortune on booze, food and random stuff like that… but it’s always worth it to spend an evening with good people and good libations at your home.
Me pretending to be surprised by Costco Cake!
My parents raised me in the true midwestern way…. you should always have plenty of food and beverage at your party. I can’t believe how many California parties I go to where the only food is a bag of stale potato chips spilling out haphazardly on the counter, and the beverage assortment is a 6 pack of luke warm PBR. I’ve been to some great parties like that, so I’m not knockin’, but I think it’s nice to have lots of yummy stuff at your house for your guests.
So – I made Lyssa’s Famous Sucker Punched Sangria – a triple threat of triple sec, rum and brandy marinated with oranges, lemons, limes, pineapple and peaches (2 bottles of cab, 2 of shiraz). This is always a favorite at our parties, and last night, it lived up to its name as we had one overnight guest (who passed out on the couch and was so out of it we couldn’t wake ‘em up to move ‘em to the bed).
Lyssa's Suckerpunched Sangria
We had pulled pork, salad, potato chips, candy, and some other great dishes like quinoa salad, falafel, hummus (brought by great guests). Dessert was amazing with a huge chocolate cake, a strawberry cake, and some incredible cupcakes from YUMMY CUPCAKES. My friend Hilda brought them for me because she knows how much I love them… and they did not disappoint! I was secretly hoping a Funfetti flavored one would be leftover but I guess they got all nabbed up – but I still have a chocolate and lemon!
Yummy Cupcakes
It was a great night – perfect way to celebrate my upcoming 26th year. Oh yeah, and cuz this is a weight loss blog, I’m still the same weight I was last time I wrote about it, which is actually an accomplishment, because I’ve been chowing down on easter candy and as you can see by the photos above, I’m not eating rabbit food!
SMORES!
Great pix - thanks Ginny, for sharing!
I know it’s totally tacky to tell your blog readers you’re laggin on posts, but we don’t know much about tact here on this blog that talks about being a fatty…. SO… I’m in finals week- writing papers, responding to emergency work meetings, and trying to run a household all before going on a blissful upcoming vacation… So, things are a little quiet at the DoubleChinDiary ! Sorry!
I will update as soon as I can 
PS – In two weeks, DoubleChinDiary gets its long awaited makeover! Can’t wait to see what it turns out like.
We’ve been over my weakness before- crunchy, munchy salty deliciousness. I’ve never had a big sweet tooth. Will I turn down a slice of gooey chocolate cake if you put it in front of me? Of course not. But if you put a piece of cake next to a bowl of tortilla chips… I’m going for the chips! However, this week has marked a strange occurence in my craving habits. It’s been Easter time and I’ve been lusting for SUGAR!!!
Peeps? Oh, let me squish their delightfully spongey little bodies into my mouth, one at a time, rejoicing at the gritty, grainy texture of technicolor sugar and melty mallow. I prefer the bunnies, because you can bite their ears off one at a time, the outside just slightly firmer than their mushy belly. Lots of people hate peeps. But I love ‘em. Cheap, colorful, festive and total sugar bombs – what’s not to love? I brought two packages to work and they were all gone within a few hours, proving that lots of people love these sandy little snacks.
Where my peeps at?
I also love me some reeses – and when “Reester” bunnies were marked down to $1.25 at Target, I just had to get them. I put them in freezer for the ultimate chilly-cool peanut butter experience… and then savor each bite with a frosty glass of milk. Mmmmm. But reeses and peeps don’t hold a candle to my ultimate candy crack: CADBURY EGGS. No, not these kind, these are Cadbury CREME eggs… (Yes – I do have these in my house. Yes, I am a bad weight loss blogger. Let me just change my title to “Weight Gain Blogger” this week).
I’m talking about Mini Cadbury Eggs – the original! The malty, hard candy coated pastel eggs dotted with delightful freckles and speckles, filled with creamy milk chocolate. The kind that you pop in the freezer and then pop in your mouth, rejoicing the crackle of the candy shell on your teeth and then the creamy cool sensation of rich, milky cocoa. It’s amazing, and just one reason why Cadbury seriously rocks! Here you can see my current crack – and in true fiending manner, I’ve stashed ‘em in a ziplock bag, just like a junkie would store their meth.
So there you have it – your carbo-crazy gal has gone coo-coo for candy! Anyways else experiencing the holiday candy craziness? What’s your fave? (Somebody say jelly beans!)
It’s midterms week, so things are gonna be a little boring around the Double Chin Diary. But I promise a new blog will be up as soon as I’m done procrastinating on my media analysis report… (hopefully by Thursday). In the meantime, discuss: What’s the most strange comment about your body you’ve every received? For me it was that I had “childbearing hips”. Oh yeah, I was 14 when I was told that. By a teacher. LOL.
See you soon!
We had our dear friends Jason and Juan over for dinner last night, and as we were finishing off the remains of a carrot bundt cake (there goes my ketosis (low-carb lifestyle)) (And I had been SO GOOD- we went out for mexican food and I didn’t have ONE chip. Do you know how hard that is to do?!?!?!) , I saw an article in the LA Times that caught my eye. It was called “The Fat Man Dreams of Running the LA Marathon“. I briefly skimmed over it and was enamored with this line: “If he does (finish the marathon), he says he will be sending a message to a society obsessed with being thin. “Big people,” he says, “can do the unimaginable.”
I read it out to my friends and made some sort of exclamation about how I loved that message, and our friend Juan, (a licensed therapist – a Ph. D.), said “You really identify as a fat person, don’t you?” The question set me back a little bit, but then as I thought about it, I thought, Yes, I do identify as a fat person. He explained to me how most people he treat view being fat as a complete setback, and allow themselves to wallow in misery, but that he was surprised that I seemed to be so at terms with my weight. I definitely have my insecurities, but I’ve realized that in the past few years, I’ve really learned how to OWN who I am. My body, despite the excess weight, can do amazing things. My body wailed on a punching bag for 60 minutes yesterday in my impact kickboxing class. My body carries me through 45 hours of work a week, and then 15 hours of school. My body lives and breathes, and hurts and aches and comes back around and heals and does it all over again…. and it does this all despite the excess weight. My body is an amazing thing.
The boxing gloves I just ordered for my kickboxing class.
If I could, would I snap my fingers and turn thin? Absolutely. But that’s not possible, and as Popeye says… I am who I am. My capacity for joy or success is no less attainable than somebody who weighs 114 pounds. And who knows – maybe because of the challenges I’ve gone through with my size, I’m apt to appreciate the smaller things more. All I know is that identifying with myself as a larger person is not a bad thing. It took me awhile to be ok with who I was, and now, there’s a tremendous sense of freedom of being able to accept myself at any weight. I’ll continue to work towards my health, but I’m no less of a person (heh, that’s punny) at 200 pounds… or 100 pounds.
Do you feel that you identify with yourself based on a size? I know I have some naturally thin and petite readers too, so don’t feel that you have to be chubby to chime in. Have you embraced yourself, size and all?
