Well, today is Day 106!! Wooo-hooo!!
I’m down to 146 after all that nasty recovery bloat and extra 21 pounds went away – with the help of ZUMBA and some diet pills I’ve been taking for 2 weeks!
Sorry for the lack of updates – I’ve been soooo BUSY and trying to nurse our pitbull puppy out of parvo he got from the rescue he was in. *** DONATIONS WOULD BA AMAZING! ***
Please donate here to help us save Blu!!!
We bought Blu from a Pit Bull “Rescue” last week- he seemed healthy, though he smelled horribly, we still loved him. 
He was clearly not even wiped down before we received him. He has been sick since 24 hours after we took him home. First with bronchitis (who the lady now admits that her other pups had PRIOR to our purchasing Blu) He was living in a disgusting cage with these 10 or 11 other puppies. He was diagnosed with coccidia then parvo a couple days later. They never considered to test for parvo, as the rescue stated in writing, they gave him a vaccine.
After vomiting and pooping blood, he has lost 20% of his body weight, could not lift his head and his back legs could not support him.
The rescue lady (who, as of this morning, has 29 other puppies and several other dogs) has retracted her offer to pay the vet bills. But has offered to take him back, after my 4,3, and 2 year old have become so attached to him!
As of this afternoon our costs have exceeded $1000 and will continue to rise. I have even taken the “cheaper” route and am injecting him with subcutaneous fluids, administering antibiotic injections, and meds by myself at home. I would not continue treatment had his vet not told me that she thinks Blu has a pretty good chance of making it (as he’s been sick for a while now and it’s nearly run it’s course) we just have to get him hydrated. And get some weight on, as he’s lost 20% of his body weight the past couple days. We want to continue to fight for Blu, since he’s holding on. But the bills are mounting – I hate to be this close and him not make it because we’ve depleted our funds.
Please help us save our Blu!! ♥
The local ED treatment center called back today
I find this rather funny
Not “Ha,ha-funny” but “Eff you -funny”
I called them nearly 2 months ago – about 5 times – and left messages.
Bitches.
PS – I’ve lost 6 punds
This was published in V Magazine December 2009, nicknamed ”The Size Issue,” photographer Terry Richardson shot 23 year old former anorexic, Florida native, plus-size model and author of Hungry: A Young Model’s Story of Appetite, Ambition and the Ultimate Embrace of Curves, Crystal Renn in a side-by-side photo shoot with the 17 year old “model-sized” Jacquelyn Jablonski. Both girls are in the same skin-tight fits by Proenza Schouler, Dolce & Gabbana, Giorgio Armani, and more, while each is striking a similar pose.
And for those of you wondering about Crystal…here ya go…
In the latest issue of O Magazine former Ford model Katie Halchishick’s features were surgically outlined according to a Barbie doll’s proportions.
What to Katie’s outlines show?? Exactly what a woman would have to get done in order to look like America’s Most Overachieving Doll!
- A brow lift
- A jaw line shave
- Rhinoplasty
- Cheek and neck reduction
- Chin implant
- Scooped-out shoulders
- A breast lift
- Liposuction on the arms
- A tummy tuck
Healthy is the New Skinny was founded by Katie Halchishick and Bradford Willcox. The two also founded Natural Model Management, a modeling agency for sizes 4-12, who have been told they were too fat to model and are considered plus-size in the modeling industry. She was was using the above photo as a means to point out that even though achieving what may be thought of as the perfect body is medically attainable, it shouldn’t be done.
Too fat to model? Really!?
Blessed genetic state + personal trainer + vegan chef + gay makeup artist+ flamboyant hair guru + anorexic stylist + designer wardrobe + Spanx + plastic surgery + Photoshop = Barbie!
While I am in NO way downing these celebs – I’d just like us all to see the real them! Not the Photoshopped version (although I, myself, Photoshop away the cellulite and strechmarks of scantily clad (and plump the booties and boobies) for a living! )
Enjoy the reality – Go ♥ yourself!!
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A very interesting blog post and correlating study on The Halo Effect on the blog of Anuschka, Into-Mind.com
“not every attractive person finds themselves all that good-looking, i.e. there is a difference between objective attractiveness (as judged by a sufficiently large random sample of other people) and self-perceived attractiveness. While objective attractiveness is only slightly correlated to confidence, there is a strong relationship between confidence and self-perceived attractiveness. Apparently, it doesn’t matter if other people think you are good-looking, you yourself have to think so too.”
This is apparently something that something that Marilyn Monroe dealt with that contributed to her depression and ultimately her death. This is very interesting and really my subconscious has known forever. I’ve always been envious of those semi-attractive people who exude confidence. While I am always told I’m pretty, ignore it as “small talk”. I wonder if all these people with Objective-attractiveness suffer from Body Dysmorphic Disorder??? Hmmm….
Another great post and more in terms of dating – I came across on it at SolveMyGirlProblems.
What about you? Do you have self-percieved attractiveness? Do you think you ever will? Is it something that you’re working on?
So, all you ladies know what Thinspo is…but what about Realspo (REAL Inspiration!) I was looking at a blog post at HoldingTheOwl and it got me thinking…
Body Dysmorphic Disorder has caused us to become so deluded on the way our body looks. Lets show each other how beautiful and more importantly – REAL we are.
I’d like to do a weekly series of photos, a different body part each week. Please send your photos (anonymous if you like) to eatinmyheartout@yahoo.com and then all photos will be posted all together – no names attached unless you specify that you would like it to be. (Please email photos by Sunday!)
Week 1 – Thighs
Week 2 – Belly
Week 3 – Upper Arms
Week 4 – Butt or Hips
Week 5 – Full Body (please include height/weight for comparison)
Week 6 – Any other Part that you “hate”
I just finished my first Zumba class – which is HUGE for me! I mean who WOULDN’T want to Zumba – Hot sweaty latin chicks in sports bras doing the merenge?! Sign me up! While it went just as horribly as I thought, I did have fun!
You see, I’m that girl who didn’t make the cut for the dance team. I’m that girl who just walks around and drinks at clubs. Yes, yes, I’m that white girl in the back who can’t dance.
I didn’t always used to be this way. I started getting anxiety in high school and full-blown attacks when I was about 20. It was bad, to the point that I didn’t want to leave the house. Standing in line at a store was the worst. Like I couldn’t physically or mentally handle it. Someone standing behind me, so close that they could see the way my shirt hugged my side, the way I kept tugging at the hem of it and smoothing it down. The way my low-cut jeans showed the side of my hip and how I kept pulling them up so no one would see my fat or faint stretchmarks. They could see how I needed to color my hair, or how a section wasn’t as straight as the rest. They could see that my shoes weren’t as clean as they should be. Someone behind me picking apart all my imperfections and there was nothing I could do about it.
Sometimes I just put my things down and left, other times I got out of line and acted like I was getting something else just so that I could move to the back of the line, as there was no one there to judge me.
This was helped slightly if I was not alone. As long as I have someone with me to take my mind off of it, it wasn’t as bad, I could deal with it.
The only thing that helped me feel normal was alcohol – I guess it’s inhibition lowering effect made me feel at ease and somewhat normal. Although it did quite an amazing job on numbing the awkwardness and anxiety, I was drunk all the time. That ended when I had my first child.
Out at a club, I had to have a “buddy” or I’d freak out. This “Buddy” had to stay by my side the entire time. I didn’t dance anymore because I felt as if everyone was watching me and scrutinizing every move I made, my outfit, and how they thought that I thought I was somehow better than them. I’ve has serious anxiety attacks – to where I lose hearing and sight. And the norm – throat feels like its swelling shut, hyperventilating, sweating, blurred vision.
So, I’d much rather stay in the corner with my drink, sitting at a table, out of sight of most people.
Don’t call attention to yourself and no one will see how ugly and fat you are. Everyone will hate you, as you hate yourself. No one will like you and surely no one in this world is want’s to be your friend and no one would ever love you! Only then will no one ever laugh at you.
It reminds me of an Adam Sandler skit from back in high school that we used to love…
Sadly, there’s still a part of me that feels this way. And though I felt this way in Zumba class I kept going instead of grabbing my Aquafina and running out of class to never return again. (I went back the next day!! Again I stayed even though the 80 year old white lady in front of me could cha-cha while I was tripping over my feet,)
Fellow blogger friends – don’t you HATE it when you start a really spectacularly in-depth post on your iPhone WordPress app and then go to finish it on your computer and the draft has disappeared!?
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In better news – I weigh 156 today! Not great by any means but losing a little finally! I can “feel” it too! Yay Me! Could it be because I didn’t indulge in any Christmas or New Years Eve festivities!? (I spent my New Years Eve morning in the GYM and was in bed by 11pm!
Only 14 to go until I’m back to pre-recovery weight! Wooo-Hoooo!!
