So sadly I haven’t posted in ages. Why? Well, to be quite honest I’ve been too scared to. I’ve wrote three different posts since the last published, but I have not published them. Like I said. Scared. NO, its not what you think, Im not scared of those meanie fat hating trolls that chill about in the dark crevices of the body *no not my body, this storys body. Get it? The body of a story? Shesh) just waiting to pounce with those famous fat hating words “Less Eating More Exercising !” Im Not scared of the fattys who occasionally browse by my blog that would leave comments either. Although, Im can say with absolutely certainty, that my main audience for this blog is my hubby, Im not scared of his reaction to it either. Nope. None of the above. Honestly, Im scared simply because I knew I was fat, I just didn’t realize I was THAT fat. Do you understand? Every day I wake up and being fat is just part of it. Its no longer filled with those OMG IM FAT moments. Fat is just a part of my day, Like the sky is Blue, The night is black, I am fat. Like that type of stuff. You know that whole death and taxes thing? Welp, Im just fat. Anyhow, back on track, reason why I didnt want to post this. It would put out there in plain sight for my eyes and those teeny few that read it that Im just that fat. But I really cannot hide from it anymore, and Ive learned to deal with it . Not that I like it, but still. DEALING!
A while back Hubby, Daughter and I made our way into a fast food chain we haven’t tried as a family before. Growing tired of the other choices and not having the time to cook at home we wanted to stop by and grab something quick and be on our way. Entering the establishment however, thwarted our plans. They had yet to upgrade to tables.. Meaning, they were still all booths.. No chairs to drag to a table nothing. NOTHING available for those that are fatter than the booth space provided. Witch, In my defense, is prolly Exactly why they never have customers since most of the population is bigger than that space. Hell, my husband was damn near bigger than that space. But yes, My daughter and Hubby both could sit there and eat comfortably but I would be forced to stand. This of course was not an option so we turned around and walked my fat ass outta there. But the pain and rejection lingered. The overwhelming dread that from now on, I’m a table only gal. My family is now FORCED to eat at tables instead of booths. Now my daughter cant be that little girl that plays all up and down booths.. It used to be.. Table or booth.. Smoking or non.. Now its NON smoking Table ONLY k thx. Sigh. Yes I’m now THAT fat. Too fat for booths. Like I said before, I don’t care what the trolls think about this, I also don’t care what the other fattys think, its all something we all have to go through sometime in our lives about something or another. It is just another realization, an epiphany if you will, about something significant in my life. I just couldn’t deal. Now. Im Dealing. My Daughter doesn’t need a booth! LOL She doesn’t even play on booths. Shes an Angel. And I don’t mean pretend angel, I mean Boniface ANGEL! Anyway. Yea so she doesn’t need that stinking booth. My Husband, could care less where we sit so long as its not next to some screaming kid. So why do I have issues. Because now its just ONE more thing. One more strike against me being fat. One more laughing in your face, your too fat to eat here thing.. So why do I have issues? Who knows. I just do. er did. DID! Im now ready to tackle the world of tables and if certain restaurants do not want tables, well that’s their loss. So there! humph.
So I had a really bad run in with the “LB” the hugely popular place to shop if you are teh fat! Lane Bryant. Yes, them. My last pair of jeans that I have had over a year decided that they needed to move onto that special “jean heaven” they go and I had to purchase a new pair. Now, Normally this wouldn’t be a big deal past the OMG I don’t like to shop anxiety thing. However, that in mind, my husband gave me permission to just purchase the pants I wanted offline. This I do, or try to, but it doesn’t work. Apparently my address isn’t a shippable one. After two weeks worth of drama and canceled order and waiting for money to return to account then to my own hand. We have to go ahead and brave the shopping to get me said pants. So, three different LB later I find my pants WHOOHOO> But only one pair was there. SO they said the could order and have them shipped SO I do that. Well guess what.. The NEW address I gave them wasn’t shippable either. HOWEVER, I didn’t find this out till I waited for OVER 2 weeks for new pants to come in. THEN since I applied for LB card to get that 20% off and I won the card, the purchase was put on that. SO the money went back on that instead of into my hand. Sigh. SO after I argue with at min 3 people about who to get my money back from I finally wait another week till I get a check. This way I can go back to any store and find another pair. After all this I decide to wait till my pants come back into stock and order them again this time putting my husbands work address as the shipping so I know it will work. Anyway, I have the Jeans for about a month and a half and the seam splits straight up the back. No, it didn’t WEAR out it SPLIT. It was a shoddy pair of pants. So now I’m without pants again. Off we go to LB to exchange.. I still have my receipt. This of course is also an adventure. After being called a liar and a cheat and the security called on us we left with our blown pants and nothing else. The clerk said I was lying and trying to get a free pair of jeans, that those jeans were wore WAY longer than the 60 days. I was almost in tears as was my daughter and my husband was basically a step off the scale of full blown rage. We left LB and went in search of a different place to buy new jeans. Now, As most of you fattys know, We are pretty damn limited on what jeans are offered out there and where they are offered. IF your fat but not TOO fat you can shop at JC Penneys, but women are not allowed to be as fat as the men there. Dillard’s is out the window for anyone over a size 22 pretty much. So yea, LB was the ONLY place at the time I could get anything. Off we go to another LB. We looked and I tried on several clothes and didnt find anything exactly the size I needed. So we were down to ONE more LB in the city. Did I tell you all already I had NO other pair of jeans? I was wearing a pair of slacks. The last LB turned out to be the one. The one that had my size of jean. I’m all excited. Hubby and I go to register and buy them. Hubby asked if there was anyway we can be absolutely positive that if these jeans mess up we can return them and prove that they are the jeans on the receipt. The clerk asked us to elaborate so we do, OH BTW did I explain that the first mean clerk suggested we leave the tags on the jeans ? yea that would last through the wash. Where was I, Ok so Hubby explains and she asked for us to go get the jeans and receipt and we do and she instantly goes, There is NO way these jeans are worn through, No where are there normal wear marks where they should be.. ie crotch, bottom of legs, such and so forth and she would be HAPPY to return them AND exchange.. OMG YEA! So we do, we decide to get two pairs of jeans, and yea.. they don’t have the second pair. and non are in stock on the internet so well just have to wait BUT I still got one pair at least. So that was a whole 2month process wrapped into a huge wall of text and I’m surprised if you actually stayed to read this part lol. BUT I had to let the few readers, g lancers, accidentals landers know my beef about LB.
So Thanksgiving came and went. The day where EVERYONE should feel absolutely free to eat anything and everything they want in a guilt free setting. Sadly, Its the ONLY day most feel like they can eat whatever and however much they want. Its the ONLY EFFIN DAY outta the whole 365 days to do so. How piss poor sad is that? Who the fuck sat down and decided to be judgmental and declare this is the only day we should be allowed.. and STILL women and men everywhere punished them selves for what they did eat that day. Thanksgiving is no longer treated like holiday it used to be.. Where the whole family gets together to eat and be thankful of everyone and everything. Its now a calorie count dont eat the dessert if you eat that second helping of stuffing day. Sad Sad Sad. Last thanksgiving was horrible.. some random aunt made the gravy and decided it should be fat free or some crap and made it with egg whites.. soo disgusting. Who the hell puts egg whites on turkey???!!! No THANK you. Ill have my thanksgiving with my greasy gravy and canned cranberries every damn given day. AND Ill eat it ALLLL without a bit of guilt. THATS what Thanksgiving food is about.
So cold season is upon us. No, I dont mean that its cold outside, even though it is cold.. I mean that now we all have stuffed up noses that when blowed right sound like small artillery planes going off in our heads and the snore count is upped to 100/100. So yea, Im all stuffed up and sneezing and snuffing so Im gonna call this blog quits. As always Ill try to get back and do more blogging before this year is out but I make NO promises. AS ALWAYS. Have fun and be fat!
