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Blog Dump, Long Overdue September 15, 2008

Filed under: bacon,being a fattie,blog dump,cuteness,fun stuff,hedgies,political — Diana @ 10:01 pm

Category: Adorable (All from Cute Overload)
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Nosicle

Snorking

Category: Adorable AND Funny
Hedge Fund « Lolcats ‘n’ Funny Pictures of Cats – I Can Has Cheezburger?
cat

Category: Word

Hooman needs bebeh « Loldogs, Dogs ‘n’ Puppy Dog Pictures – I Has A Hotdog!dog

LOLTheist: Blasphemy is Teh Funneh » Blog Archive » We ain’t no KansasAdmission Standards We Haz Them

Something to Live For Cartoon | Savage Chickens – Cartoons on Sticky Notes by Doug Savage

Savage Chickens - Something to Live For

Category: Just Plain Funny

What I Imagine My Cat Is Doing When I’m At Work « GraphJam

The Brain At Work « GraphJam
song chart memes

#109 The Onion « Stuff White People Like
Mad Magazine on Sarah Palin – Boing Boing

Category: Why Don’t I Ever Hear Awesome Stuff?

Someone Will Try That Next Year by Overheard in Minneapolis

6-year-old boy: MOM! I WANT A COOKIE.
Mom: If you don’t start behaving you’re going to turn into a deep-fried boy on a stick at the state fair.

Wayzata, Yacht Club

Category: Good Reading

NYC tap water in bottles – Boing Boing

Fat Lot of Good » Blog Archive » What matters

Womanist Musings: The Anti-Rape Condom, Your Vagina and You

I was told there would be bacon.: When is a cupcake not a cupcake?

If I Ran the Universe…: You Matter

pissoff: Life on the farm


Category: I’m Ashamed to be an American (again) (still)
(but proud of these writers)

Fourth grader suspended for using broken pencil sharpener – Boing Boing

TSA declares war on large breasts – Boing Boing

Campaign for Unshaved Snatch (CUSS) & Other Rants: No Birth Control for You Because It’s Against My Religion

Campaign for Unshaved Snatch (CUSS) & Other Rants: Abstinence-Only Education is a Huge Success!*

Campaign for Unshaved Snatch (CUSS) & Other Rants: Oh, the Hypocrisy

I was told there would be bacon.: Stop pandering to me.

SNAFU-ed …. Situation Normal: Who’s Elite? Cindy McCain and Her $300,000 Outfit

A Softer World: 353 (It’s only a matter of time, really)

Category: Good To Know

HOWTO trick your printer into using ALL its ink – Boing Boing

Category: Random Quotes that I’ve Picked Up
I’ve learned that you can tell a lot about a person by the way he or she handles these three things: a rainy day, lost luggage, and tangled Christmas tree lights – Maya Angelou

Put your ear down close to your soul and listen hard – Anne Sexton

Category: A Sad, Sad Day

Remembering David Foster Wallace | Salon Books

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Oh, noes September 13, 2008

Filed under: being a fattie,being a sickie,bitching — Diana @ 2:46 pm

A few months ago, having had an ultrasound for suspected gallbladder issues, it was found that I have Non-Alcoholic Fatty Liver Disease, which is a result of unchecked metabolic syndrome.  (I wrote more about this in my sickie blog.)  The treatment for this is pretty easy – Metformin, baby, Metformin.

Let me just take a minute here to tell you how very much I heart the Metformin.  So far, it has made my skin clear up, my depression abate a bit (during a time in which it should have been flaring pretty good), my hair grow, my blood pressure go down (140/90 to 104/80), my cholesterol go down (230 to 177), and I’m starting to melt off some of the fat that is stored when your body doesn’t know what to do with sugar.

And that’s the deal with Metformin.  Basically, left to its own devices, my body doesn’t know what to do with sugar, so it wants me to eat lots and lots of it, and then it turns it all into fat (have I mentioned lately that I gained 100 pounds in about five years with no change in diet?)  Metformin makes my body figure out what to do with sugar in a more appropriate way, and tells my body that to have too much of it is poison, and will immediately expel said excess in ways that are unpleasant to me, the experiencer, and you, the passer-by.  Just trust me on this one.

For the most part, that’s ok.  Now that I don’t crave sugar every moment of the day, I’m not also eating every moment of the day, and I’ve been able to get rid of a lot of my food obsessions, which is only good.  However, the amount of sugar that I can tolerate on an average day is pretty low.  Very, very low.

For the last few weeks, since my dose got increased again, I’ve been able to have a daily Coke – sometimes two – and maybe one other sweet thing if it was around and I wanted it.  I know that I should give up the Coke, cause it’s loaded with high-fructose corn syrup, which is really Death Made By Corn.  But, I say to myself, I’ve gotten rid of it in the rest of my diet, and lots of other horrible things, so one Coke isn’t going to hurt me – all things in moderation, right? (Let’s not talk about the awful fucking campaign the makes of HFCS are putting on….read about it here.)

And, frankly, I don’t fucking want to.  Part of my journey on body acceptance and Health At Every Size is learning to not deprive myself.  I like to eat, damn it, and although I generally make good choices, I do make some less than great choices, and that’s ok.  It’s all about the big picture, and not buying into my old habits of disordered eating.  So the Coke stays.

The last few days, I haven’t been feeling s’good.  Not anything terribly definable, just a general malaise and some fatigue and not quite feeling like myself.  I especially noticed it at the Tribute to the Classy Broad on Saturday  last, and figured it was just because I wasn’t drunk.  But it’s been going on all week, and my excuses have run out (I’m tired, I’m hungry, it’s raining,  fucking Republicans….)

Until this morning.  And by this morning, I mean when I finally got around to eating “breakfast” (summer sausage, crackers and cheese) at about 2:00 p.m.)  I had my tasty, tasty meal along with my daily Coke….

And an hour later felt shaky, like I needed a nap, and a bit depressed.  Oh, and I’m not going to talk about what’s going on in the bowel region, because I have too, too much love for you, dear reader.

Et tu, Coke?

Yes, it seems that my friend, my love, my partner in life since I was 15, has turned against me.

Bastardo.

So, I guess I am going to give up the Coke.  Not because of the million reasons that it’s not good for me, but because my body has decided for me that the bubbly combination of HCFS and awesome is no longer good for me.

Damn it, liver – you better be worth this.

 

Blog Dump – Long Past Due July 28, 2008

In Which We See Cute Things and Receive Spiritual Guidance from I Can Has Cheezburger

In Which We See Awesome Things That I Or Someone I Love Need To Purchase Post Haste

Pickle Jar With Fork from Ooh-Shiny.Net  (Sarah, I’m looking at you)

The Agreeable Sheep from Ooh-Shiny.Net  (Heather?)

Puppet Hoodie from Ooh-Shiny.Net (This one is for me, but it’s not in my size….do these things stretch in the wash?)

The Urban Homestead: Your Guide to Self-sufficient Living in the Heart of the City on Boing Boing.  (Sarah, you again)

Roku: $100 gadget for watching Netflix movies on your TV (Freaking EVERYONE!  This looks awesome!!)

Portable cardboard toilet on BoingBoing.  Yes, the Shit Box.  My beloved has decided that, because we only have one bathroom, he needs a bucket with a toilet seat in the garage in case we both have the flu or something at the same time.  Last time we were at Home Depot he bought the seat for it.  For the record, I have been lobbying for the installation of a random basement toilet, but so far he’s not going for it.  As a resonable second, I think that we should at least get a shit box.  If I’m going to be emptying my bowels in the garage, I want a proper receptacle.  Those of you that Twitter will find that this is my new icon.  This is why I should never, ever show Christy funny stuff while I am drunk.  When she says, “that would make a great icon”, I’m on it like white on rice.  However, even when I sobered up I still thought it was pretty awesome.

In Which We Have A Commentary On My Job, Which I Am Not Currently Working

From GraphJam:

In Which The Holiest Part of Christianity is Blasphemed for Our Personal Pleasure

From Loltheist:

In Which We Listen In On Conversations:

So I’m Sorry I Did That, Amber  (from Overheard Everywhere)

English teacher: Calling someone a douche is not a constructive comment, even if it’s true.
Flora High School
Columbia, South Carolina

The Pen Had It Comin’! (from Overheard in Minneapolis)

Metro Transit phone employee (on speakerphone): Take the sixteen bus towards…
18 year old girl trying to get directions: Wait, wait you’re talking too fast and my pen died.
Metro Transit phone employee: You killed your pen? You heartless BITCH.

Univeristy/ sixteen bus line
Overheard by Death to ink.

Relax, I’m Just Horngry (from Overheard in the Office)

Financial specialist, in front of his pregnant wife/coworker: God, I would nail someone if they had some bacon right now!
Wife/coworker: What the hell is wrong with you?
Dallas, Texas
Overheard by: God Help Me

Then How Come It Got Me More Time on My SATs? (from Overheard in the Office)

Boss on phone: That is not clinical! Being an asshole is not a clinical condition.
Ginko Industrial Park
Warminster, Pennsylvania

Is It Still a Place Where You Wash Your Hands? (from Overheard in the Office)

Kitchen grunt: You ever poop and suddenly find the world a better place?
Main Street
Greenwood, Indiana

Overheard by: RDC

In Which We Are Surprised.  Wait, No We Aren’t

U.S. still flunks healthcare test, group says

Absolutely fucking OUTRAGEOUS! by Paulius

Fox’s “Anti-Aging Fix” for McCain by Technology Expert

Larry Craig, Daniel Vitter Co-Sponsors of “Marriage Protection Amendment” by Technology Expert

Vampire babies on the attack! by Jen

In Which I Have A Whole Other List of Books To Check Out

List of every book read by Art Garfunkel since 1968.  I’d like to point out that Art started this list the very month and year that my beloved was born.  And that while Art is referenced in this article as a “voracious” reader, he averages about two books per month.  This year, I am averaging two per year.  And I really need to get going on cataloging them.

Speaking of books, some of my favorite books when I was a kid (and even now, I’ll admit it) were the Anne of Green Gables series by L.M. Montgomery. 100 Candles Anne of Green Gables grows old and gets her due. When my mom introduced me to Anne, the books were actually out of print in the states, and I read the same copies that she had read as a child…the hardbound editions with all of the dust covers missing.  For years I thought I was named after Diana Barry, Anne’s best friend, my dad recently told me he picked the name from the Paul Anka song.  When my oldest sister was born, when I was 11, I was allowed to pick her middle name.  I choose Anne.  Although my sister didn’t grow up to be a sassy redhead (wait, yeah she did), she can at least say – for sure! – that she was named after Anne of Green Gables.

In Which I Find New Websites to Waste My Time With

Things I Should Throw Out: Clippings From The Eighties

In Which I’m Just….Amazed.  And A Bit Disturbed

Man electrocutes pickle to demonstrate power of Christianity So, because I don’t love Jebus, I will not glow in the dark and I can’t make any difference in the world?  What?

In Which I’m Just Amazed

The Pregnant Man.  I cried recently when I learned that Thomas Beatie and his wife had safely delivered their little girl.  While I might just be a little sensitive about the whole having-babies thing right now, it makes me so happy when people who desperately want children are able to have them, in whatever way it happens.  Birth, adoption, whatever – these people wanted an expression of their love for each other in the form of a child, and they were able to do it in an unconventional way.  It’s beautiful.  It would have been beautiful if they’d been able to do it in a “normal” way, too, but then the rest of us wouldn’t have been able to share in the joyous birth of a child who was so, so wanted.

In Which There Is a Gratuitous Post About Bacon

In Which Women Smarter Than I Talk About Life and Other Big Things

Is HAES Unhealthy? by Well-Rounded Mama

Yeah, whatever, Kate Moss by peggynature

The cult of dieting by attrice

Possibly, The Most Tasteless CUSS Post to Date by Suzanne

ChronicBit: Lab tests demystified Via Lab Tests Online, where you can search for just about any test and learn what it means. Excellent tool for us Babes… thanks for the top, ChronicPal Shannon!

Family Pride by Happy Villain

Eye-Opener by Happy Villain

 

Old Navy, I’m Done With You June 8, 2008

Filed under: being a fattie,bitching — Diana @ 8:49 pm

Dear Old Navy –

You used to be my favorite store.  You let me get fun fashions at affordable prices, and had nice, basic stuff that I could build both a work and a “play” wardrobe with.

But then, Old Navy decided that they no longer wanted fat people in their stores, and went “exclusively online” with women’s plus size fashions.  That meant that I could no longer go shop at my favorite store and instead had to buy from the website if I wanted something.  I don’t like doing that – not only are your sizes a bit off so that I like to see how the clothes fit on me, but I am a “browsing” shopper – I don’t usually come into a store with a fixed idea of what I want.  I liked being able to go into Old Navy and find cool stuff that I wouldn’t have looked at on the website.

Now Old Navy won’t take returns at the store from the “exclusively online” women’s collection.  When I do order something online (which iI don’t like doing) and it doesn’t work out (which often it doesn’t), I can’t even go to the store to return it and browse for other ideas- I have to make a whole separate trip to the post office (which somewhat negates the negligible “convenience” of shopping online to begin with).

I hear you loud and clear, Old Navy.  You don’t want teh fatties in your store.  Our money isn’t as good as anyone else’s.  We’re not worth looking pretty and having fun, affordable options.

You now have one less fattie to deal with.

Are you pissed too?  Write to Old Navy at custserv@oldnavy.com

 

I’ve taken the pledge. You should too. January 22, 2008

Filed under: being a fattie — Diana @ 2:28 pm

Check it out here: http://harrietbrown.blogspot.com/2008/01/love-your-body.html

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Big Blog Dump (with lots of hedgies!) October 26, 2007

SNAFU-ed …. Situation Normal: Bill Maher: “Show me a man wearing an American flag pin in his lapel, and I will show you an *sshole”

Parents use religion to avoid vaccines – Yahoo! News
Seriously, people?  Autism is a very complicated condition, and it is not – repeat NOT – likely to be caused from something simple like a vaccine.  People that make the link say that autism rates are rising…but could it be that, like diabetes, the rates are rising because the definition of autism has changed??  I’m certainly not saying that autism is not a serious condition – for those that are affected, it certainly is – but it seems that autism is the new ADD – fucking everyone has it, and if you can’t figure out what is “wrong” with a kid, s/he is autistic.  Let’s let diseases be, and accept that individual variations in a person aren’t always a clinical problem that needs to be treated. 

Colbert announces presidential pursuit – Yahoo! News
Finally.  A presidential candidate that I don’t hate!

Junkfood Science: Junkfood Science Exclusive: The big one — results of the biggest clinical trial of healthy eating ever
Best ending to an article ever:
Health is not evidence of moral
character and pristine diets. Don’t let anyone try to scare you,
threaten you, or get you to believe that if you don’t eat “right”
(whatever their definition) you’ll get fat, cancer, heart disease, or
die sooner. There is simply no good evidence.

Shakesville – I write letters
Damn, I love this woman.  I hate Ann Coulter with a hatred I usually reserve for ex-husbands, but Melissa totally put the smack-down on Maxim for hating her in a stupid way. 

The Rotund » “You Aren’t Fat” is not a compliment

Cute Overload! 🙂  This hedge finished carving her pumpkin – have you?
Carver

Prickleball the hedgehog for Colbert 08 on Flickr – Photo Sharing!

2007-10-08 Burning Hog Day 3 004.jpg on Flickr – Photo Sharing!
(Adding to Christmas list!)

My duhpreshun « Lolcats ‘n’ Funny Pictures – I Can Has Cheezburger?
funny cat pictures & lolcats - My duhpreshun Let me show you it.

We’re in your hand « Lolcats ‘n’ Funny Pictures – I Can Has Cheezburger?hedgelols - We’re in your hand Being tiny popples

hallelujah! « Lolcats ‘n’ Funny Pictures – I Can Has Cheezburger?
lolcat - hallelujah!  praise the lawd!

As you might have noticed, I have become a great lurker on the fatosphere.  I don’t have anything particularly interesting to say, and when I do, other woman have said it best.  I find that many weeks my best “clippings” come from these woman.  Yay!
She Dances On The Sand: Too fat for the job

Shortness Reaching Epidemic Proportions! « Shapely Prose  (Sarah, this one is for you! Grow, damnit!)

She Dances On The Sand: Sometimes, other people say it better than I can

Shakesville:  Politicized Embryos Are Fair Game

Shakesville: Par for the Course

Shakesville:  Atheists Stunned by Amazing Toast that Does Not Resemble Charles Darwin Whatsoever

She Dances On The Sand: Anti-vax and HIV deniers

Headless Torso: Commandments for the Lifestyle Police?

Fussy | Photo
cheese balls
How, exactly, does one install cheeseballs?

I found a fatal flaw in the logic of love.: The Important Stuff: Part I
This reading is amazing.  Congrats to Alissa and Evan!

Campaign for Unshaved Snatch (CUSS) & Other Rants: $&%#@!

Bitch Ph.D.:  Just the facts, Ma’am
For fuck’s sake (see “CUSS”, above).  When we people fucking learn about what PP really does?  Also, you thorn-in-my-ass anti-choice people, if you don’t give access to/information about birthcontrol, there are MORE abortions.  The best way to prevent abortion? Prevent unwanted pregnancies! 

I was told there would be bacon.: Oh, honey. Don’t we all?

not martha:  Martha’s Vineyard Fiber Farm Yarn CSA Giveaway
Oh, another wonderful thing on my Christmas list.  I really, really need to find some rich relatives.

Dilbert Comic Strip Archive – Dilbert.com – The Official Dilbert Website by Scott Adams – Dilbert, Dogbert and Coworkers!
Today's Dilbert Comic

LOLTheist: Blasphemy is Teh Funneh » Blog Archive » Shortly thereafter, the crutch came into the picture…jumpin’ jesus on a pogo stick

From Overheard in Chicago:

Man logic

By Ziggy

Woman: “Are you ever going to help me with the kids?”

Man: “I try to help as much as I can.”

Woman: “But you don’t do anything. When I ask for help, you always say you can’t, or you’ll do it later, or some other excuse.”

Man:
“But, honey, you don’t understand. The more I help, the more I cause
problems. I can get in the way. I can do something wrong. I can mess
something up. The more I’d help, the more you’d need to clean up after
me. By NOT helping, I’m actually doing more than you think.”

– Glenview

— Submitted by Torpedo


Flyer for an awesome dog – Boing Boing200710241336

HOWTO Find out why your flight is REALLY delayed – Boing Boing

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In Which I Talk About My Pants October 15, 2007

Filed under: being a fattie,crazy friends — Diana @ 2:06 pm

When Sarah is having a bad day, she tends to take it out on her pants.  She’ll give me a call at some point during the day and inform me that we.must.go.shopping because her pants are too big/too small/too ugly/make her feel fat/offensive to her co-workers.

And then I ask what’s really wrong, and try to get her to not buy new pants.

This post is not about me taking my day out on my pants.  I’m having a fine day.  I mean, I’m at work, so that automatically eliminates the possibility of having a GREAT day, but it’s just fine.

Except for my pants.  Really.

See, for the last few months, I have been wearing my RightFit Jeans, or skirts (or yoga pants, if I’m at home).  Today is the first day in months that I have worn pants other than those jeans, and I have to say…I don’t like it.

They bind.  They don’t fit in the right places.  They are digging into my gut.  I feel like I’m flashing my butt crack to the rest of my office.

I hate them.  I’m not sure how I am going to be able to wear clothes to work until Lane Bryant comes out with the RightFit in other kinds of pants.  For now, I am spoiled from other pants.