EarthWindFire82 of Memphis

I was reading and such on Ragen Chastain's blog Dances With Fat , when I took a little time to reflect on my fatass life and experiences.  When you are a fat person, you have a great deal of experiences.  What may differ from fat person to fat person is how you deal with them.  I've heard, seen and read so many situations in which a person was subjected to unjust abuse simply due to the size of his or her body.  Tanya Angus is a 7 foot tall, 400 pound woman whose size is due to acromegaly and an inoperable tumor...but people heckle and belittle her because all they are hung up on is the body size.  To hell with the fact that she was less than half her current size at age 20. In my life, I can truly say that I've spent it all fat.  Always fat, I've been.  What has changed is the view of myself.  While I'm not nearly as confident as I desire to be, I am a LOT better than I was when I was in school.  I was nervous as hell when I walked ...

"aNYway" by Duck Sauce If I could get my legs to move like cuz did..well hell, all four of them, I'd have a lot less fat. Or I'd just be the baddest fat chick in the area. Now I got to find the original by Final Edition on Amazon...

Goal #2 is on its way to being reached.  As of now, I'm 36.4 pounds down since late April and that is by no means lightweight. I said "lightweight". N-E-Hoo...I'm having some serious head pains from a juice fast gone awry and it kind of made me low.  Combined with the irritation of my bitchfoot, and you have someone who is frustrated as hell.  I'm sure the pain isn't helping, but it really is there. I'm starting to get obsess-ed now.  All of these doctor visits involve scales, and everytime I see the number, I  get to calculating.  I was down four tenths of a pound in four days and I actually got pissed.  Chris reminded me that we had an unusual eating weekend with CJ's party, and I didn't juice that weekend either.  My nutritionist said that as long as the scale keeps going down, all is well.  She commended me on my continued success.  All the while...I was like "Tamara is Not Impressed". I thought about the last tw...

Dear Evelyn: Let me first begin by saying that I do not know you.  I have heard of you.  I have seen you.  But I don't KNOW you.  As a matter of fact, only a chosen few really know you.  Family, longtime friends, business associates, etc...but one thing is certain...I don't know you. My exposure to you came by way of months of "Basketball Wives" tweets from my rabid reality TV loving friends.  I'm operating on the edited clips, gossip blogs, highlight reels and running commentaries of you, just as millions of others have done. What I can tell is that you are indeed a very beautiful woman.  There's no denying that you are statuesque and have the looks needed to command the viewers.  You are what the Vh1 bigwigs love.  You're good looking.  You're memorable.  You're damaged. Damaged.  In FedEx terms...Stat 37. Upon a quick search of your name, excluding the events of the last 72 hours, you come up to a fight with ...

The last two weeks of my De-Fat journey have been a little dull. I purposely haven't weighed myself, but I feel like I should have done more.  I didn't do my evening walks but I've been squeezing in random bursts of random spasmodic movements. I figure tis better than being sedentary again. In the midst of this journey, I've been really thinking a lot.  I think you're supposed to do that because it's good for the soul or something. At the very least, I'm sure it burns a calorie. I thought about all the years before when I said that I was going to make changes and lose some form of weight.  I also remember all the shit that I let deter me from it.  I was too busy. I didn't have the money. I didn't have a sitter. I had a sitter but had other shit to do. I didn't know what to do. I knew what to do but didn't want to do it by myself. I knew what to do but didn't want to do it by myself but didn't want to ask no damn...