I wore my Medal all day!...

This is my, "I've been up since 5 am, no poop in two days, boobs smashed, sweat in the contacts all morning, 52 degrees, walking all over the marathon route to meet my relay partners all day so my feet hurt, and then and sweating and sweating some more since I did have more clothes on, and having 4 beers, but look I got a medal so it's all good" look.

How did I do? I ran at a 10.8 mile an hour pace. This is a good outdoor speed for me. I started with the 11:17 pace group, and ended up leaving them after the first mile. I wish I'd have done more miles. Because I felt pretty bad-ass, especially when I smoked people running uphill!

Next, I'm doing a half marathon in November. Who'da thunk? The exciting part about it is that it's at a winery. (mmm wine!) Stomp the Grapes! The very same winery I had my first date with exassholemanfriend at, and a couple subsequent dates with said asshole, and have been avoiding like the plague.

So, in the spirit of being awesome, and moving on with my life, I am going to make a new memory. Maize Valley will go from "where I first met that asshole and had the most amazing first date ever, and then he later ripped out my heart" to "where I ran my first half marathon, and then got drunk off free wine".

The latter sounds way better anyways. Everyone loves free wine!

If You're Gonna Be the Poster Child....

At bootcamp a fellow camper referred to me as "the poster child". This is probably because I've been in the spotlight on the website forever, (I'm kind of a celebrity......) and I'm the only success story in a while.

But mostly it's cus during a step class I grabbed 4 risers, (and a boot camp step class is nothing like your ordinary run of the mill aerobic step class either!!!) and I tried to get everyone else to follow suite. "C'mon guys you can do it!!" No one did it. They all left me hangin.

But, I made it. And while my entire body was wet, and my instructor pointed out at the end that I look like I had jumped in a pool fully dressed.....it mad me choose 4 risers for every step class thereafter, and have the most amazing sense of accomplishment!

I guess if you are going to be a poster child for something, its better to be one for fitness, than say....crack cocaine. Or, depression.

Speaking of success. I recently had my annual physical. The Dr. was so enthusiastically impressed with my weight loss success, that she talked to me for half an hour. Ok, so she was an hour and 20 minutes late for our appointment, but still...whens the last time you got half an hour with your Dr. simply chatting? Hmm.?

She told me I'm at a perfect weight. I told her I want to lose 10 more lbs. because I want to be able to maintain by only working out 5 days a week. Like normal people. (currently you remember, I'm working out an hour and a half, six days a week.....no way I can do this forever) My knees no longer creak. My feet don't ache. My back no longer hurts. My neck doesn't crack 10 times a day. I'm a whole new me!

The best, best, best part, was when she moved me in my chart from "obese" to "average". I thought it was bad-ass to move from morbidly obese to obese a year ago, but now I'm only 4% body fat away from being in the "fitness category". FITNESS and ME in the same sentence!! WHAT?!!!

I kinda wanted to cry. I havn't been "average" since my very early 20's. And I doubt I've ever been deemed "fit".

Hi! I'm Fizzgig, and I'm....AVERAGE!

Well, this average girl is running her first marathon tomorrow. I'm doing the Akron Road Runner Marathon. (in a relay!) And, enjoying beer and pizza afterwards with my awesome running group and relay team that pushes me on outdoor runs every week! Aaaand.... I'm pretty sure that I'm going to be wearing my medal all weekend. I might even sleep in it.

An Ode to My Vessel..

Happiness is, calculating your height/weight ratio, and the return says "you are 18lbs overweight".

Only 18lbs? Ha! That's nothin! I'm gonna kick your ass 18 lbs! I have 10% more body fat to lose to be in the normal range too. That's a far cry from having to drop 25%!!!


Tonight only two of us showed up to bootcamp. The instructor asked what we wanted to do. I said "lose a pound!" That's not such a great idea, because she really worked us over!

My body is awesome. Not in the "I'm so fine" way, but in the way that it's just an amazing thing!

For so long I told it that it was fat, and lazy, and couldn't do this or that. I changed my thinking, and I said nice things to myself, and little by little, I lived up to my words.

This week, after 20 weeks of the same workout routine, and diet.... my body managed to drop 6lbs!!! I simply started my runs on a slight incline for a longer period of time!

And!.....I am officially doing the Akron marathon, in a relay. It's my first time, so I am taking the second to easiest route, of 3.5 miles. I'm starting the first leg, as my girlfriend thinks this will make me become addicted, and do all the marathons she does.

I'm kinda scared, but the best part is Luigi's pizza afterwords. I miss pizza! And pizza misses me!

I'd like to thank my body, for living up to my expectations, and continuing to surprise me!

I am now at a total weight loss of 61lbs in 20 weeks. (106lbs total since my highest weight....OVER A HUNNNNNDRED POUNDS!!!!). I bought a size 6 dress pants, (SIX) size 8 jeans, and a small top this week. I really can't believe it, because when I look at pictures, I think I still look big. I only realize the change if I look at "fat" pictures. I really never expected to get this far but every time I meet a goal, it seems to come easier, and I set a new one!

Only 10lbs until my second goal is hit. And after that, who knows, I may just be sporting a bikini next summer! (I havn't done that since I was 16!!!) Which is awesome, because I plan to visit my girlfriend in Florida (for the first time) and she is taking me to the pacific ocean. I've never been!!!! I'm sheltered!

I've said it a million times, I feel amazing!

Hold On Loosley...

I neglected to update on last weeks weight loss, one because it was only 1lb, and two, I had a date Friday night!

The weight loss:

56lbs, 15lbs to goal! Now, I am faced with the dilemma of not being hungry. Which, I always thought would be a blessing, but working out 3 times a day means you have to feed your body, or it will hold on to weight. My body no longer tells me its hungry at snack times. Apparently, that doesn't matter. Even when my mind doesn't want to think about food, I still have to. Balls!

The date:

I had another fabulous date with TDH this weekend, that began with hanging with friends at a concert, and ended the next day with a late breakfast, including mimosas, and a great conversation! Minds out of the gutter people, I'm a respectable girl! Well, sort of!

The body:

I havn't been this small since I was 14, which also brings with it 14 year old boobs, after having been a double D for years and years. I don't miss them in the sense that they are no longer in the way of everything I do, I can buy adorable bra and panty sets, and super cute tops no longer evade me! I love the size they are now, but I do not love the location they have decided to reside in.

Not a pretty visual. Trust.

I consulted with a plastic surgeon, for advice, and to get an idea of what could be done to salvage what the years of fat have done to me.

The Advice:

A simple lift wont work for me because I have lost so much body fat, I will not be happy with the result. So despite my fear of having implants, it is probably where I will wind up being.

The scars are horrific, but will fade in a year or so. They look like frankenstein. They don't show you that on all those plastic surgery shows! They also don't show you the disgusting drains that hang out your boobs and collect "fluid" after your surgery. Yes, it's a real surgery. It's scary, and it is going to take a lot of thought on my part!

I always said I wanted to be pickled, so this is the first step in the right direction! But just like Bob in "What about Bob", I'm taking baby steps on this whole procedure. I'm terrified of the dentist, let alone having my boobs overhauled!!

Angry Skinny girl:

At work today, I was so jealous of a coworkers lunch of fettucini alfredo with extra cheese on top, breaded chicken strips, and light, and fluffy breaksticks, that I asked to look at her food. And then I actually let these words leave my lips

"mmmmm....mmm...well, enjoy your clogged arteries".

After taking a break, I apologized to her. I swear I need to get my food rage under control, it isn't her fault I can't eat that stuff. What the fuck is wrong with me? This is a regular occurance for me. I am always giving people unsolicited advice on what the crap they eat is doing to them. It's all out of jealousy too. I could really care less if people croak due to their arteries.

Feeling Accomplished...

I run 6 miles a day... inside. I guess I call this easy, when compared to the once a week outdoor runs I do at a little over 3 miles. Outside is hard. Tree roots, mud, inclines, humidity, no TV.

Inside, I know the first 2 miles are flat, and then I increase/decrease the incline for the next 4 miles depending on how I am feeling, and I'm watching the View, or the food network on TV.

I don't enjoy getting sweaty...but in a sick twisted way, its like a measuring stick of how hard I work. At bootcamp, we have to wear all black, so I don't get to see the results in my clothes, but my hair gets soaked clear to the tips...and I have some long hair! That's a good workout.

This weekend, I tried a trail that when I would walk it last summer, about kicked my ass. So, this time?

I ran it.

I ran the flat, and slight hills the entire time. But then, there are about 6 hills that look like this:
Ummm, I walked up these steep, and muddy hills, and then got right back to a faster pace when I got to the top! I much prefer trail running as opposed to towpath running. The towpath is nice and flat, and crushed gravel, and oh yea, BORING! It's bad enough you are working out... why suffer with nothing but other runners to look at?

I like the deer, the water, the bridges, the chipmunks scurrying out of my way (why are these little things always so busy?) jumping over puddles, tree roots, and trudging through mud! I heart nature, and...I hate boring! I zone out and consider this a running meditation. I think about all my thoughts, and feel all my feelings.

And then...by the end of my run, I looked like this.

Boob Sweat? I got it!

Needless to say, my sweat-ometer told me that I had a successful run. (did you know that I'm a runner? shut up!)

The only shitty part about it was that I had JUST gotten 3 inches cut off my hair, tri-color hilights, and an awesome blow-out, which all went to shit a mere hour after my hair appointment.

Oh well, I kicked that trail's ass, and I felt freaking amazing!

Some Things Are Better Left Unsaid...

One night we were talking a group of us, around the fire. The guys were discussing about porn. We all laughed as we talked about different terms for a 'money shot' and whatnot. Us girls got a kick out of how the guys knew all this special terminology. For porn. Yea. You should always be proud you know what a rusty trombone is. (gross!)

Then, one guy said something about those women with grotesquely (is that a word?) Huge breasts and how it is nasty. Another guy said "I like small tits". Then CP pipes in "Me too, A or AA!!!". Mind you, I'm sitting right next to him, sporting my double D's.

So, I pinched him, discreetly, and said that's a real nice comment to make right in front of me and my friends. He then told me, "I like yours too". I know we all like an ideal man or woman, but you don't mention those ideals in front of the person you are with, and her friends.

So, I told him that would be like me saying 'ideally I like big cocks, but yours is ok too'. Because honestly? But do I ever mention that? No.

Get the picture? After that he was mad at ME for it. Because I turned it into a big deal. I insulted his manhood. Maybe I did, but I am the one who felt insulted. He is honestly the first guy I have personally dated, that has ever not liked ample breastage! Then, one of the guys kept saying, "Boobs are a bonus, if you got em you got em".

Some things are just better left unsaid....another example:

My ex TWDSO was really excited when Debbie Gibson was in Playboy. TWDSO had to countdown the days until Debbie was in the magazine. "15 days til the new Playboy...14, 13... he said that shit to me. Every. Day. Like I cared. The day of the release, he emailed me at work:

"Debbie Gibson comes out today I'm so excited! I'm going on my lunch break to pick it up!"

I replied:

"(so and so joe schlong) comes out today, I'm so excited"

He asked me if it was a CD I was buying. Who is so and so joe schlong? I just took my happy ass down to the adult book store on my lunch break, which is way classy btw, and got a Playgirl. After all my girlfriends got a kick out of it, I laid it around the house every day with the buff men and their huge packages face up. Since, He read his Playboy in bed next to me, I found this an even trade.

It wasn't the playboy. He had hundreds of them. It was that he had to go out of his way to tell me every day that he couldn't wait to see some other chick naked.

It's not the fact that men do this stupid shit, for me, it's when they have to make it a big deal. It's ok to watch porn, or look at playboy, whatever. What you do in your spare time is your business within reason. If you want to jerk it to someone else, don't tell me!

But don't have guy talk in front of your girl, and don't tell her how excited you are to see another chick naked. Or how you prefer small breasted women, when clearly your girl is NOT! Thinking it, is one thing, saying it to her is another!

When you ask a guy what he looks for generally, it's physical. Hair color, breast size, thin, thick, complexion etc... When you ask a woman, generally it's a personality. Sense of humor, caring, kind etc...

We are far more likely to overlook someones appearance, than men are. I'm not saying that men don't, but not as often as women. We talk to the guy that doesn't catch our eye, because he makes us laugh. Guys tend to talk to the girl who catches their eye, until she talks. How right am I?

Green With Envy....

I am even wearing green today!

Tayray got flowers again. Let us not forget, how she just received TWO DOZEN roses at once last month, for 1 yr and 9 months.

Now that hooch ass got a dozen for 1 yr and 10 months.

Tayray you can rent out your boyfriend you know. WG had a pretty good idea about doing it on ebay. You can make money off sending notes and flowers and crap. Its ok as long as its not crossing the prostitution line.

If he is cheap enough, can I buy him? No funny stuff! Just the sweet things. Like, buying you flowers all the time. And sending you nice emails. That is the stuff girls really want. Well, lets refer to my other post today, obviously I want way more than that, but I'm talking about men here.

This wknd, will you take me bra shopping? As, I am CERTAIN your assets are helping! lol!
When you get old, you have to buy bras all the time cus they wear out. Enjoy it while it lasts! They have to work 48 hours for the 12 hrs you are working. My girls are tired.

Jealousy.....is an evil thing. Now I know how people felt when I got stuff all the time. It would've been nice if I truley appreciated it. LOL!

No one loves me like I love me, and if you cant make yourself happy your a dumbass! So happy Thursday me! You deserve it!!!! Reasons for me to celebrate:

1)Only 3 months until Im 30. I expect great things will happen to me on my bday. At least I can get some sex or something. Which would be great.
2)I gained a pound yesterday, so that is an extra reason to be happy and celebrate, I felt like giving to the pot for the first time....EVER!
3)It is almost Friday, which means a 3 day wknd. I don't have to work my second job Monday either. BONUS!
4)I finished the web work I had been doing for days!
5)You are so tired that you are sleeping while you type this. Always a reason to celebrate.
6)You were late to work even though you left earlier. How?

I am late to work. I'm perpetually late to everything. I was even like a month late being born. I'd ask my mom for verification, but she doesn't read anymore. I could call her a crotch rot and she'd never know. Not that I would mind you.

So being late is in my nature. So, I'm always 10 minutes late. Logic would say, leave 10 min earlier, and get to work on time, right?

Wrong.

Leave 10 min earlier, and arrive to work at the same time?

Right!

Don't ask me how, I just drive the car! I get up earlier, leave earlier, get here at the same time. I might as well sleep longer and be late leaving late.

I dunno I might have forgotten to mention, that today sucks??


Ok Ahnolde...you are on a good guy kick lately! I will even publicly give you props for taking down my trash Sunday!