Double Chin Diary

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Happy 2020 loves! I’m at the gym for my first workout of the year — drop your favorite cardio songs in the comments! Let’s rock our fitness and health this year 💪🏻🏃🏼‍♀️

JK Rowling // "Fat’ is usually the first insult a girl throws at another girl when she wants to hurt her.⁣
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I mean, is ‘fat’ really the worst thing a human being can be? Is ‘fat’ worse than ‘vindictive’, ‘jealous’, ‘shallow’, ‘vain’, ‘boring’ or ‘cruel’? Not to me; but then, you might retort, what do I know about the pressure to be skinny? I’m not in the business of being judged on my looks, what with being a writer and earning my living by using my brain…⁣
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I went to the British Book Awards that evening. After the award ceremony I bumped into a woman I hadn’t seen for nearly three years. The first thing she said to me? ‘You’ve lost a lot of weight since the last time I saw you!’⁣
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‘Well,’ I said, slightly nonplussed, ‘the last time you saw me I’d just had a baby.’⁣
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What I felt like saying was, ‘I’ve produced my third child and my sixth novel since I last saw you. Aren’t either of those things more important, more interesting, than my size?’ But no – my waist looked smaller! Forget the kid and the book: finally, something to celebrate!⁣
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I’ve got two daughters who will have to make their way in this skinny-obsessed world, and it worries me, because I don’t want them to be empty-headed, self-obsessed, emaciated clones; I’d rather they were independent, interesting, idealistic, kind, opinionated, original, funny – a thousand things, before ‘thin’. And frankly, I’d rather they didn’t give a gust of stinking chihuahua flatulence whether the woman standing next to them has fleshier knees than they do. Let my girls be Hermiones, rather than Pansy Parkinsons."⁣
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Yassss

Have you ever gone out to dinner, ate enough chips and guac to feed a family of fully grown mountain trolls, then get super worried because you thought you might’ve fu**ed up your progress?

Or.

Have you ever been sick or injured or traveling and had to skip a workout or two or three or a whole week? And did you feel bad or guilty or nervous you might’ve fu**ed up your progress?

Listen.

I want to tell you something but I don’t want you skimming it bc it’s wicked important so, please, listen.

You can’t f**k this up.

I’m gonna say it again. Keep reading. Don’t skim.

You. Can’t. F**k. This. Up.

I don’t care if you blew past your calories by 3,000 extra.

You didn’t f**k up.

I don’t care if you missed one workout or two workouts or a month of workouts.

You didn’t f**k up.

I don’t care if you had an entire box of Cinnamon Toast Crunch, 6 chocolate frogs, 4 pints of butter beer and a trolley full of pumpkin pasties.

You didn’t f**k up.

Because here’s the magic of it all.

The only way to f**k up is if you stop altogether. If you give up. Quit. Say you’re done.

Otherwise, you can’t f**k up.

It’s impossible.

Because as long as you get right back on track you’re going to keep making progress.

Most people use, “I fu**ed up” as an excuse to keep f**king up. To stay off track. To not put in more effort.

But that’s codswallop. And as of this moment it’s not a valid excuse.

Because you can’t f**k up.

As long as you get right back on track, you’re good.

This fitness thing?

It’s supposed to be fun. It’s supposed to make you happy and smile and confident and proud.

It’s not a competition.

There is no day or time or hour at which you need to arrive to achieve your goals. There is no rush. You’re playing the long game here. It’s for life, not 7 or 21 or 30 days.

This is forever.

And when you’re playing forever, you can’t f**k up. Just get right back on track.

Love you.

📸 .incarnati

USDA Admits Weight Loss Not Possible For People Who Don’t Like Salmon WASHINGTON—Stating that any attempt to slim down without it would be wholly ineffective, representatives from the USDA’s Food and Nutrition Service admitted at a press conference Tuesday that weight loss is just not possible for people who don’t like salmon. “For anyone looking to get down t...

80 pounds gone forever! I’m over on Instagram a lot more these days, so if you want to follow my progress please check out 🤗

I feel like I should wait to post this until I've ACTUALLY lost 70 pounds... but I'm half a pound away from that, and that makes me so darn happy I could scream! 😍🤩🥳🙌👐🗣⭐️🍉🍍🥑🥜🥩🍗🥚

Hehe!

Worst time-lapse ever.

By twitter.com/amonickk

I love raw cauliflower but I gotta admit it is NOT the same as mashed potatoes, chicken wings, OR pizza crust.

This is redundant, cauliflower IS sadness.

By Macaroni and Mom Jeans

Everything except the gain weight part! 😂

This is from Unclipped Adventure - follow their page!

🎄 Merry Christmas and happy ! The gift I gave myself on August 24th is going to be a hard one to top 🥰 I am so grateful for this tool and choosing to invest in myself and my health. 60ish pounds down and on my way!

I watched Dumplin' and really enjoyed it. Have you watched? It was refreshing to see some fantastic fat femmes who didn't need to be "fixed".

Dumplin' Is The Feel-Good Film You Need Right Now We all need a little Dumplin' in our lives.

I shared a quick little update over here!

3 Month Sleeve Weight Loss Surgery Update - Double Chin Diary Hello, hello! It’s been awhile since I’ve posted so I thought I’d come at ya with an update. I’m officially a little over 3 months post op now, and I’m down a grand total of 55 pounds. HOORAY! I’m seriously so thrilled so far with my surgery and post-op life — the recovery and the …

Do your holiday shopping at theAwkwardStore.com to help me keep doing what I do

'Her Radiant Rolls' Put Her Over The Top: Alaska Park Names Its 'Fattest Bear' It's the bear-body positive competition you didn't know you needed.

I relate to this! It's better now with the Sleeve, but this is hilarious :)

‪This is a long read, but it sums up so much of what living life in a fat body really is like.

Everything You Know About Obesity Is Wrong For decades, the medical community has ignored mountains of evidence to wage a cruel and futile war on fat people, poisoning public perception and ruining millions of lives. It's time for a new paradigm.

This is my neighborhood. I think it's beautiful here. Every morning on weekdays, I shepherd a sleepy-eyed, bossy toddler and a 10-month old baby into my minivan so I can bring them to daycare. It's hectic, there's whining, and it's generally an annoying part of my day but something that must be done. I'm usually unshowered with messy hair and have on a casual dress, just something that I can "mom" in. There's an older fellow in my neighborhood who walks the streets each morning, sometimes pausing to study a bible and catch his breath. A few weeks ago I asked his name, and wave to him each time I see him. This morning, he walked by when I was in the driveway wrangling children, and began to tell me it was a good morning. I agreed with him, and he said he was glad for his walk. I again agreed, and said walking was such a great way to stay healthy (as someone who walks often, myself). He then began to tell me that doctors said he shouldn't be alive, because in his younger years he was a "bad person" and "lived off the excess of the earth" like so many people do today. This started to turn into a conversation about God, at which point, me, the floundering agnostic, started to tune him out. It was only when he said "People like you, with so much excess weight, need to listen to the message God has for people," he said. As always, when someone says something assholish to me, I am stunned momentarily into shock, and later think of all the wonderfully sarcastic retorts I should have said back. I started to explain that I had just had weight loss surgery and had lost 25 pounds, and then I stopped myself. Because, why? Why did I feel I had to justify my existence -- my fatness -- to some random old man who walks in my neighborhood? It's interactions like these that make me so very grateful for my sleeve surgery, because this surgery, along with my hard work, will hopefully lessen the number of people who judge me sheerly by my size. If me being fat has anything to do with God, that's a God I'd like to sit down with over a charcuterie plate and some Irish cream, and have a long, hard talk with God about how much I enjoy the "excess of the earth." Today stung, but it doesn't stung as much as it has in the past, because I have a plan, and I'm working on my plan, making progress every day. But what does sting is thinking about interactions like this that people have all the time, all around the world -- being judged for their skin color, their hair, their height, their weight, their features, their religion. It sucks, and people can do better, and this is me saying this as an extremely privileged white CIS woman. My husband, while listening to me tell this tale, reminded me that it wasn't long ago that fat people were in freak shows and circuses, because their size was such a spectacle to be seen. The old man eventually turned the conversation back to himself, saying that God had chosen to punish him each day with misery, and that is why he walks every morning, to repent for the things he had done in his life. I went about my day, perplexed and introspective by this encounter. Now, it's late afternoon, and reflecting upon this has given me some perspective that this encounter -- this confrontation of fatness-- is his issue, not mine. I won't pretend I don't have a weight issue, as if every glorious pound of me isn't large, robust, and highly visible. But, gone are the days that I feel guilty for who I am, for my size, for me being me. There are so many more important things for us to busy ourselves with; the environment, the disastrous state of our nation's government, the extinction of bees, even the fact that I'm out of half & half. If someone chooses to look past the person I am inside for who I am currently outside, then I'll be right on my way... and know that living a close-minded, shallow existence is what I consider to be misery.

I'm two weeks out from having "the sleeve" weight loss surgery. Spoiler alert: I'm so happy! 😁 More details here.

I had "The Sleeve" Weight Loss Surgery - and I'm so happy! - Double Chin Diary After years of struggling with obesity (thanks to PCOS and nomming on delicious food), I got the Vertical Sleeve Gastrectomy Bariatric Weight Loss Surgery.

I feel so grateful for all the well wishes and comments today. I’m feeling well, just sipping tiny sips and walking lots. So excited for this new path with my tiny tummy!

I’ve waited for this day for a long time. Today, I’m taking a big step in helping me conquer my lifelong battle with obesity. I’m having my vertical sleeve gastrectomy today! Please say a prayer or think a good thought for me, and I’ll check in once I’m awake and functioning. Thank you for all your support and readership over the years 💕

Started my two-week liquid diet today in preparation for my surgery on the 24th! WOOT!