general blabber

We look great

sitting around the table on a late Friday night with the gals (and guy) from my past, dissing politics and singing some tunes.  We all are sitting here thinking about how brilliant we all really are.  I mean, we can frame and argument like no others.  Bring on the science and data babe, I am there with you.  Social justice issues are some of the most prevalent conversations of the evening.  What is clear to me though is this…..we are drunks.  Period. Notable quotes of the evening include “you look like death walking.” “Is there actually a beer left?” “We really need to do New York.”  ” There are totally more children in foster care than are in loving families.”  “Where were you birthed?”

I am looking at a table of perhaps 7 empty bottles of wine (not to mention of the empty bottles of beer).  At least the buttons and widgets I put up don’t affect the “whole wide world”.


Ever the environmentalist, the birds thank me

On my way to work yesterday I got to the top of the stairs from the el blue line.  As I was walking down the street I saw this little bitty bird hopping along.  I don’t usually stop for birds, but I rarely see infant birds on the street downtown.  This one, while not actually cute, looked so out of place and scared.  I watched it as many people passed us by.  Each time he tried to hop into the street, I would shoo him back.  I had a dilema, I couldn’t leave the bird to hop into rush hour traffic, but this looked like a rare bird.  Like maybe a falcon baby.  There are falcon nests in that area of the loop.  Peplexed I was thrilled when a young woman stopped and remarked on my rare baby bird find.  “Wow, you don’t see that every day” she said.  “I know, I know, but I don’t know what to do!”  I expained that there are many people at my work who would know exactly what to do with a baby falcon like this.  If she would wait on the sidewalk and make sure the baby didn’t go into the road, I would run to work, get a box and figure out what to do.  She agreed, halfheartedly and asked me to hurry.  So this big breasted baby bird saver environmental freak ran at top speed to work.  I took the elevator to the 16th floor and frantically began the search for a fellow bird saver.  I found a box and found a guy who knew the phone number of a bird rescue place.  I asked him to call it while I returned to the scene.  I rushed through the lobby, out the doors and around the corner only to find a new man, a hippy dude dressed a bit like Steve Erwin used to dress.  He is talking on the cell phone as I proudly display my cardboard box for the falcon baby.  After a few minutes on the phone, he gets off and with a tiny smirk says, “the baby pigeon thanks you.”

The pigeon population of America increases again…thanks to me.

For those of you curious, a baby pigeon looks nothing like a grown pigeon, though I am told nothing like a baby hawk either.  Here is a photo of a baby pigeon.

Revisiting the Mantra in 2009 + More on my short fat haircut

1/2 year into this blog thing. I’ve had 5500 visits. Many repeats, some newbies, some meanies, some people curious about health at every size, but most people curious about my short fat haircut.  I’ve learned that many of us out there who fall into this thinking that–

“Because I am fat I can’t _______ (fill in the blank)” 

When I started the blog last year, I spent a long time thinking about my mantra. I was new to this thinking, new to actually accepting who I am.  I wrote this little ditty, MY MANTRA! 

  • I am not how much I weigh or how much I’ve gained or how much I’ve lost.
  • I am not what I eat…I’m what I do and what I say.
  • Changing my shape and size isn’t going to make me happy.
  • Changing the way I feel about my body/myself will.
  • I respectfully decline to discuss your size, my size, her size or his size in any way.
  • I will eat what I want, and move on.
  • I swim, bike, or run every day…being healthy doesn’t mean being thin.
  • I embrace my body as a part of me.

I still believe those words.  I’ve been a little lax on the swim, bike run thing.  But, I am working my way back up to more than 3 times a week. 

As I go into 2009 here are some things I am thinking about and some things I want to work on.

1.  I want to do things that help my health. 

2.  I want to work out and I want to have more conscious eating experiences.

3.  I want to talk to people more about losing weight about how it makes people feel both losing and gaining. 

4.  I want to rock the shopping world by confronting shops and stores who don’t have clothing for people who look like me.

5.  I want to have fun at the events I do (triathlons and other competitions)

6.  Finally, I want to write about the things that inspire you, make you feel less alone, make you laugh or simply make you make fun of me.

 Here’s to 2009..keeping it short and sassy!

Some people hate fat people

No, not me, but I got my first hate post this week and it disturbed me.  From the violent tone to the assumptions the writer made about me.  I have been fortunate thus far to only come across positive and supportive words by the readers out there.  I guess though, that this is a reminder that “blogging” is public.  Freedom of speech is just that and I’ll just have to accept it.  In the meantime, I continue the blog with a bit of caution. 

Words can hurt.

Intelligentsia can bite my fat ass

I love coffee.  I love good coffee.  I spend a fair amount of money each morning on coffee.  It is something that has become a part of my routine that I love.  I work downtown Chicago and for years I would go to Starbucks for the morning cup-o-joe.  One day, a new coffee shop opened up and opened my eyes to a different variety of coffee.  They had great staff, they were friendly and they even offered inexpensive refills throughout the day.  They also had a buy 10 get one free card.  What a joyous moment it was when I found them.  Then, things began to change.  They stopped the discounted refills entirely.  The nearly sent me over the edge, but I figured, they needed to keep costs down.  You know, prices are high for the addictive beans.  Also, the staff became not as friendly.  A few would still chat with the customers, but most even stopped smiling.  Then the FINAL STRAW.  Intellegentsia decided to stop selling the large coffee.  In the July 9th edition of the Chicago Tribune, the owner of Intelligentsia said, “Drinking our coffee is not like drinking jug wine,” said Intelligentsia Coffee founder and Chief Executive Doug Zell on Tuesday. “We’re focused on intensity of flavors and providing coffee in the way it tastes best. And it’s not in that size.”  What in the heck is he talking about?  This is the biggest crock of shit I have heard in a long time.  So I started to read some of the comments people put into the Chicago Tribune web site, and you would be amazed what people are saying.  Basically, somehow Intellegentsia’s not wanting to sell a large coffee is about people being too fat.  I quote Sara in Chicago,

I wish ALL companies would do this. A great way to begin tackling the obesity problem is to address how portion sizes have gotten out of control in this country.
Or SMK of Elk Grove Village
Snobby and elitist, folks? I don’t think so. Not every beverage has to be 32 oz, fatties.
My favorite comes from some sprite named Small is Beautiful who says
only in a city ilke chicago would people think intelligentsia is acting “elitist”. go ahead keep on drinking your 20 oz coffee and continue to weigh over 200 llbs
So tell me this folks…..
How does drinking a 20 oz 3 calorie cup of coffee determine if I am fat or not? 
Do only fat people drink large coffees?
Suffice to say, I will NEVER buy thier coffee again.   I will go back to my  Venti cup of consistency called Starbucks feeling a little sad that I am not supporting a local business (which I do as you can see from previous posts)  while Starbucks laughs their way to the bank. 
So if you see me on the street…get out of my way…I will be the fat ass with 20 oz of goodness in a cup and a smile on my face.