Trying to lose weight so I can fit into a size 8 is ludicrous. What the hell is a size 8 anyways? Why aren't women's clothes sized like men's? Is it because the thought of being a 31 is too much for some chicks? I'd much rather buy a pair of jeans based on my hips, waste and length rather than pick up a size 12 so I can feel better about a lower, double-digit number. And yet, a 12 still seems like a lot.
So why is it that being a size 12 stresses me out so much? Who really cares? Well, I do. I was once a 0 at Abercrombie... wait, a 0?? Yeah, I was nothing. Then I grew some hips and was a solid 2/4 - but that was like 10 years ago. I get it that as women our bodies grow and develop and that these hips come out of nowhere, so being a size 2/4 is no longer attainable... unless I want to stop eating and that's not an option.
So I checked out what the "average" weight & size is for a girl of my 5'3" stature and what did I see? I should weight between 120-130 lbs. and be a size 4-8. Right. That's why I stress.
I'm not 120-130 lbs., I weigh 147 lbs. I don't wear a size 4-8, I can fit into a 10 or 12 depending on the outfit. Most people who hear I'm 147 and a size 12 don't believe it, but the proof is in the tag of my Express jeans.
Maybe I just wear my weight well? What does that even mean?
The bottom line is, I know I technically weigh too much and should try to drop 10-15 pounds, but who am I really doing it for? Bryan doesn't think I'm overweight. I don't think I look gross. Yet I am determined to fit into the mold society has made for 5'3" women like me.
My mom once told me she doesn't think I "have the confidence to lose weight." Maybe she's right, maybe I don't. Or maybe I'm just lazy? I think I'm just stubborn because I want to be able to eat chicken fingers and french fries and drink an ice cold sweet tea and not worry about how much time on the treadmill it's going to take to work it off.
Oh to be 18 again and able to eat whatever the hell I want and not worry about gaining weight... sigh.
Friday, July 9, 2010
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
Wine Fest Insanity
Bryan and I volunteered to work at the Wine Festival at Virginia Tech on Saturday - he worked it last year and got to stay after his shift and taste the wines for free so we had ulterior motives.
Our job was to hand out the wine glasses as the guests arrived from 11:30-1:30. We were stationed under a somewhat crappy pop-up tent, which was not secured, nestled in the corner of the Alumni Center. We knew rain was imminent so I of course made a comment about the tent blowing away if the wind gets as bad as people were saying.
I'm not one to say 'I told ya so,' but sure enough after we re-boxed all the wine glasses on the table and the wind started gushing, a big woosh came through and picked that darn pop-up tent into the air! Luckily, Bryan was able to grab it before it could get away - only damage done was my potty mouth exclaiming 'Shit!' as I saw the tent take flight. Oops.
If that scene weren't enough, the heavy downpour of rain came through and pounded the crap out of our lame tent. After popping the legs down to make it a midget-sized shelter, pools of water started collecting above and we had to use chairs to dump the buckets of water out so the tent wouldn't collapse on us. What a scene.
Bryan and I huddled under our pint-sized tent, watching for feet pass by - yes, people still came out for their wine! I would too if I paid $20! Fortunately, the guy taking pictures of the event brought us each a glass of a fabulous sweet white wine to ease the uncomfortable, soggy situation we were in. It worked.
Shortly after we finished our free bubbly, our friend Keri graced us with her presence and bought a bottle to share until our shift was up. The three of us were quite a sight - sipping wine and passing out glasses to the brave patrons who noticed we were under there.
The rest of the day was somewhat a blur. I managed to splatter mud on the front of my white shorts while Bryan managed to splatter mud all over the back of his legs, shorts and white linen shirt. It took 4 washings to get all the mud out!
We ended the night with healthy pizza and beer at PK's and somehow got home safely around 8pm... or maybe it was earlier? I drank quite a bit and I'm grateful Bryan was able to get us home safe. The poor dogs were upset we forgot to feed them until close to 9pm. Whoops.
I think there was some hot-tubbing when we got home, too... That hot tub has grown on me.
So all-in-all, an exciting Saturday in the 'Burg. Photos will accompany this post as soon as I figure out where I put my camera...
Our job was to hand out the wine glasses as the guests arrived from 11:30-1:30. We were stationed under a somewhat crappy pop-up tent, which was not secured, nestled in the corner of the Alumni Center. We knew rain was imminent so I of course made a comment about the tent blowing away if the wind gets as bad as people were saying.
I'm not one to say 'I told ya so,' but sure enough after we re-boxed all the wine glasses on the table and the wind started gushing, a big woosh came through and picked that darn pop-up tent into the air! Luckily, Bryan was able to grab it before it could get away - only damage done was my potty mouth exclaiming 'Shit!' as I saw the tent take flight. Oops.
If that scene weren't enough, the heavy downpour of rain came through and pounded the crap out of our lame tent. After popping the legs down to make it a midget-sized shelter, pools of water started collecting above and we had to use chairs to dump the buckets of water out so the tent wouldn't collapse on us. What a scene.
Bryan and I huddled under our pint-sized tent, watching for feet pass by - yes, people still came out for their wine! I would too if I paid $20! Fortunately, the guy taking pictures of the event brought us each a glass of a fabulous sweet white wine to ease the uncomfortable, soggy situation we were in. It worked.
Shortly after we finished our free bubbly, our friend Keri graced us with her presence and bought a bottle to share until our shift was up. The three of us were quite a sight - sipping wine and passing out glasses to the brave patrons who noticed we were under there.
The rest of the day was somewhat a blur. I managed to splatter mud on the front of my white shorts while Bryan managed to splatter mud all over the back of his legs, shorts and white linen shirt. It took 4 washings to get all the mud out!
We ended the night with healthy pizza and beer at PK's and somehow got home safely around 8pm... or maybe it was earlier? I drank quite a bit and I'm grateful Bryan was able to get us home safe. The poor dogs were upset we forgot to feed them until close to 9pm. Whoops.
I think there was some hot-tubbing when we got home, too... That hot tub has grown on me.
So all-in-all, an exciting Saturday in the 'Burg. Photos will accompany this post as soon as I figure out where I put my camera...
Monday, March 2, 2009
Wednesday, May 23, 2007
doritos are not dinner
it's been a long day at work and i had no desire to stop and pick up some real food for dinner. so i decided to break out the cool ranch doritos and a can of dr. pepper.
come on? i have no one around to be bothered by my bad breath and lack of manners when i burp ;)
anyways, probably not the most nutritious meal i could have had tonight. but it's not like i do it all the time. i had ice cream for dinner last night.
- katy
come on? i have no one around to be bothered by my bad breath and lack of manners when i burp ;)
anyways, probably not the most nutritious meal i could have had tonight. but it's not like i do it all the time. i had ice cream for dinner last night.
- katy
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