EarthWindFire82 of Memphis

Okay so this is going to be one of those posts that will result in somebody being butthurt.  I have no earthly idea why because it means said butthurt soul would be that way for something unrelated to them. Yes, I have had Gastric Bypass Surgery...and no, I do not regret it one bit.  I also don't think it's up to anyone to tell me the following (in a completely unsolicited manner): *Who had it and regretted it *Who had it and had a gang of wrinkles, extra skin or whatnot *What they think of people who have weight loss surgery Why? Because... Yes, these memes help me be a snarky bastard yet keep the mood light. Before I go any further, I am not a jerque.  I am not someone who walks around with a perpetual attitude and my nose turned up at everyone.  I don't have disdain for people's opinions and I do accept that I am not the only person in the world.  I can discuss things and be okay if you don't roll with me.  But what

I've learned a lot in the last few weeks.  As one could clearly see, I hadn't posted worth a damn in the last 6 or so weeks.  Wait...hell...I don't remember. OH YES I DID POST SOMETHING! Ooooooh... WELL! I guess I'll go on with my thoughts because apparently, if I do not blog them, I will lose them. ON TO THE POST! You know what I've learned in the time that I've been fat?  I've learned that people really do think they know you based on your body.  I think I've finally accepted that this is simply a way of life if you are over a certain BMI or ideal (as based upon the person looking at thine ass).  I got yet another message from a person who didn't like my Tumblr posts about eating and living healthier...and it was based upon "looking at your pics" and "seeing that you obviously aren't doing what you say" because "you'd totally be skinny by now". I didn't read her the riot act like I

I had just blogged a minute ago about the loss of Officer Lang of the MPD.  Her death, combined with so many other incidents (the school shooting in Connecticut and the murder/suicide of Jovan Belcher , and the shooting in an Oregon mall ) added to the big fuss about guns and the laws surrounding them. I can understand that there would be a lot of fear and anger going on because those were tragedies involving guns.  With the death of Officer Lang, that would be four incidents that a gun was involved in within a matter of a few days.  Add the shooting at the Dark Knight Rises and thousands of other murders across the United States, and you get a fear of the common denominator--guns. I'm sure nothing I can say will change some people's minds about guns.  I know people who are staunchly against guns and will always be that way.  On the other hand, there are others who believe and lean heavily on the Right to Bear Arms.  I, admittedly, am one of those people. A commonly u

This morning, a 32 year old mom of 4 went to work.  She likely thought it would be a day like any other.  Do your job, come home, enjoy life. She won't be coming home today. Some jackass shot her several times, and now those girls don't have a mother.  She wasn't one of those fool officers who gets shot doing some questionable mess.  She wasn't abusing her badge.  She was just doing what she gets paid to do.  The word on the street is that the killer was 15 years old.  Thus far, no confirmation of this has been given. When something like this happens, everyone has a moment of shock.  We call people we love just to check on them.  We update our Facebook statuses with a comment about what happened. The profile pics change and the thoughts get a little more profound.  The debates begin...do we tighten up gun laws..do we need to change the guard..who is to blame..where can I move? I could use this space to express my thoughts on guns, but it isn't appropria

If I haven't learned sheet else, I learned that I have got to accept myself.  I have to be the one happiest for the things I'm doing for myself because honestly, tis some salty mofos out here.  You can't please errbody and you can't make errbody happy.  This isn't a NEW thing, but it's something that I get reminded of almost every single day. My latest reminder of self-acceptance came by way of reading several posts from members of the Size Acceptance community.  I've been an avid fan of that community for a few months now, mainly because these were big, beautiful ladies (and handsome men) saying "I am what I am, and you should respect that".  I agreed with so many posts telling us that we should not be ashamed to be fat.  We need not be forced to be skinny in order to live, love and exist.  We aren't lazy, disgusting, and you can't decide what we are or aren't based solely upon the size of my ass.  I mean...how could I NOT cosign to

I don't really have much to say that could make people feel better about losing Karen.  There isn't a particular scripture, poem, prayer or song that can take away the hurt that her loved ones and friends have felt over the past week.  I saw the status posts of people praying and asking us all to keep our eyes peeled.  I joined a group of people who never let up believing that she would be okay.  You kinda hoped that she just ran off somewhere...that way people who cared could fuss at her when she got home. You just hoped she made it home. I'm angry as hell.  I was sad when she was reported missing...but I became angry as I read the confirmation of her death.  My hands were cold as ice, but I was too angry to cry.  I selfishly hoped that this wasn't her...but then I had to catch myself and remember that someone lost a loved one in that river.  Even if it wasn't Karen, it was someone's daughter.  It's safe to say I would be angry either way. I'm sur

I didn't realize that there was so much shade thrown when people lose weight.  Like, I knew aboot the shade that comes from people who want you to stay as you are.  However, I didn't really notice how fokes get about the 1) amount of weight you lost and 2) how you lost the weight. I have had a few non-medical cats ask me how much weight I aimed to lose.  I told them the honest truth, which was "hell, I don't know".  It was debated that I needed to have a set goal in mind for some reason along the lines of some shit.  I simply decided that I would lose as much weight as I needed to get to my desired size, which was around size 14.  That was a size in which I could shop at a gang of stores and also one that I hadn't been in a many moons. "You aren't aiming low enough" saith a bastard. "I'm aiming for what I want" saith myself. "Well, I guess it's okay to set a low goal so you won't end up disappointed".

I'm going to say that this is one of those blogs in which I prolly border on vulnerable and angry as hell.  MAYBE it has to do with me being a Gemini.  Could be that I'm going crazy as a bag full of cats.  This is why I blog...because I needs to talk and fokes be all busy doing adult stuff like..mopping. Being fat in a society in which bullying is condoned makes life very difficult.  It takes a certain degree of confidence to simply function because people really think that it's perfectly excuseable to treat you differently because you aren't of average weight..or the weight THEY think you need to be.  I know so many people saw that and started into their "boo hoo, cry me a fatass river.  Fatty is sad because people think she needs to be smaller".  Yes, people really do treat you that way.  When people who are overweight demand to be respected and treated like a human REGARDLESS of their current size, there are always people who simply say "no".

First of all, Roger Ebert is a movie critic. Get it? Got it? Good. MOVIN' ON. I posted a status today about feeling some kind of way.  I had basically spent a few days pondering over the comments made by people on this journey, and today I officially decided to deal with them. The latest comment was someone who "couldn't see" where I had lost 40 pounds.  I'm already fighting my own damn mind on a daily basis, then I hear something like that and end up for real analyzing... I first had to ask what does a forty pound weight loss look like? Is there, like, a gauge for a fat kid's 40 pound drop?  I mean, seriously..is there a key I can use to determine what it looks like?  Well..THIS is 40 pounds: So I lost THIS much. However, it apparently doesn't LOOK like I left this weight somewhere.  Now, I can feel that I'm doing better...and some of my once fitted shirts are now street legal.  So yeah, it IS coming off of something.  Still

I knew I'd find a way to use that Flocka album title in a blog.   MOVIN ON... Honestly, it really amuses me how people treat you when you're in the process of trying to lose weight.  You find out that many people are broken down into the following categories: * The "Don't Change" Person: This person is the one who is always quick to tell you that you don't need to change anything.  You find this person tends to start early in the game by telling you there's no real need for you to do anything you're doing.  "You look good as you are" or "there's nothing wrong with a little meat on your bones".  That is true as hell.  However, they seem to neglect that YOU want to change your weight.  * The Cheerleader : That's pretty cut and dry. They're the ones cheering you on.  It doesn't matter if you lost one pound or eleven pounds, this person is in your corner all the way.  There is a bit of a gift and a curse wi

I felt like really touching on the subject of counseling/therapy.  Maybe because a gang of fokes are crazy as a bag full of cats, or maybe because a gang of fokes are crazy as a bag full of cats. Did you know fokes are crazy as a bag full of cats? There are some very damaged souls out here, and I think that so many of the ills in the minds of said souls can be resolved with the intervention of a psychiatric professional.  I hate that because generational curses are real. Very real.  Crazy begat Crazy who in turn dated then married Damn Crazy and begat Mo' Crazy.  I know I'm cracking on it, but I am as serious as a heart attack when I say that a lot of the issues we face are best resolved by a person trained and educated in dealing with our minds. We have all heard the stories of people's exes and all the foolery that they took someone through.  I wonder if many of these catastrophic breakups (or relationships altogether) could be avoided if the parties involved