I was hesitant about writing the post below. I thought “surely, people must be so tired of hearing about my weight loss! They’ll roll their eyes and tell me to shutup about it already!”
Oh, I was so wrong about you, Internet.
Your comments, your words of encouragement and support, they mean more to me than I can express here. I wish I could hug you all and tell you thank you. And those of you who said things like “you inspire me.” Y’all made me cry. I don’t feel very inspiring, it’s taking me FOREVER to lose it and I’ve whined and bitched about it the entire time, but, if you say my loss is inspiring to you, that it makes you feel like you can do it to, that’s AWESOME. I feel so very “WE CAN DO THIS! LET’S KICK SOME ASS, WIMMINS!” right now. It’s almost sickening how positive and motivated I feel right now. So, for that, I thank you. (Those of you fighting your own battle of The Fat, please, feel free to email me ANYTIME and we can cry, complain and motivate each other on the days we feel like we can’t continue. Or we can brag, and say things like “OMG! I lost another pound!” Ok? Ok!) See? Told you, TOTALLY EXCITED AND POSITIVE RIGHT NOW. And, while this is much better than whiny-ness, it’s kind of sickening and making me want to puke. But in a good way!
In other news….
My friend JODI. (ha! ha! I said your name. J-O-D-I.)had her baby 3 weeks early and in my “excitement mode” I was all “Let me cook you dinner tonight!” Which, I really want to do, but I am panicking because I suddenly realize that I am a horrible cook. There are only 3 things that I make that people rave about. One being Mamarosa’s green sauce chicken enchiladas with spanish rice and salsa meal. The other one being a spinach artichoke dip (which is SO EASY and is cooked in the microwave, so it doesn’t even count) the other a pasta salad (which, um, ANYONE CAN MAKE as long as they have access to some Paul Newman balsamic vinegar dressing, so, again, doesn’t really count.) So, actually,I only have ONE “speciality” that I can make that I am proud of.
I feel like such a failure of a women right now. Hello? My grandma is a MASTER CHEF. All her pasta? From scratch. Pies? From scratch.
She truly is the greatest cook I’ve ever known, (but, sadly, in her old age she doesn’t care much about “sanitation” while cooking and I’m somewhat scared to eat her food for fear of contamination.) My mother? Awesome cook. She makes the best mexican dishes and the woman is full blooded honkey.
Me? I’m all “chili cheese dogs with corn on the cob (which was frozen because I was too lazy to buy fresh!)!” Or “Hey grilled chicken and beans. Again!”
I’m so ashamed.