A Good Reason to Keep Your Fat Pants
I was a fat girl once. Not anymore, but I was. No, really, I was.
I was a fat girl once. Not anymore, but I was. No, really, I was.
I’m so glad it’s Monday again, and Monday isn’t usually a day I’m excited to greet. But I spent seven straight hours yesterday editing E’s graduate thesis (over 100 pages on terrorist groups in the Sahel region of Africa), which was exhausting. Interesting, but exhausting. In retrospect, Week 5 was a bit rough. L had…
When I was a little girl, we had a pear tree in our back yard. Every autumn, the pears would ripen, fall to the ground, and lie rotting in the grass until someone picked them up so that the grass could be mowed. This chore often fell to me. I learned to dread the inevitable…
I’ve been dabbling in the February Cookbook of the Month, Aida Mollenkamp’s Keys to the Kitchen this past week, and I’m finding it’s far more than a cookbook – it’s also a comprehensive manual, a handbook for people who aren’t comfortable past a certain point (like spaghetti with sauce from a jar, maybe) in the kitchen….
Sometimes my day job as a managing editor at a major Christian publishing house brings lovely opportunities my way, like the chance to try a recipe or two from fiction writer Amy Clipston, author of the Kauffman Amish Bakery Series. I had several recipes to choose from, but since it’s cherry season in Michigan and…
The farmers’ market is finally overflowing. Yesterday morning, I went mainly in search of some rhubarb so I can make strawberry rhubarb jam and strawberry rhubarb crumble. I was successful. In addition to four-and-a-half pounds of rhubarb, I walked out with beets (to roast), turnips (to mash), fennel (to julienne into salad), a bag of…
I know, I know. It’s Sunday night, and here I come with the weekly menu. All I can say is that this week’s run of six dinners in under 60 minutes is a great one, and I hope you haven’t done your grocery shopping yet. And even if you have – well, tuck this menu…
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I struggle with fat. I want to one day have a pair of fat pants in my closet to remind me of what I used to be. Instead, what I have are a bunch of old photos of how thin I used to be. I have gained well over a hundred pounds in the last 10 years. I don’t want to be fat anymore.
I admire what you have done and your drive and commitment to stay fit. You rock.
I found you! I found you!
Love this. Inspiring. Consider me a “regular”. 🙂
I came here from Ann V’s blog, and wanted to tell you I’m really enjoying your writing. This is a great post. It is so easy to have an inaccurate perception of ourselves, and you’re wise to approach it that way. As long as you don’t get self-congratulatory and realize that there is always the danger of going back, the fat pants are a great reality check. I’ve not lost so much as you, only 30 lb or so, but I, too, can say that I really never want to go back. And the way I’ve been acting this past week does NOT line up with that, so I appreciated the encouragement!