The more I read, the more I think I just don’t get … fat acceptance? Body image issues? People, in general? I don’t know.
I’ve always had a fairly healthy and high level of self-esteem. As I’ve said before, I don’t think I’ve ever hated myself or my body or my life. I didn’t like being overweight and I recognized a disadvantage of sorts … but the thing is – I can’t stand self-loathing. Don’t like something? CHANGE IT. Can’t change something you don’t like? DO THE WORK TO ACCEPT IT.
I know I’m sounding as flippant as that Gather post I bitched about recently, but dang. I saw the posts about Glamour running a picture of a larger woman and just thought … eh. What’s the big deal? Know why I feel that way? I don’t read that BS. I don’t sit around wanting to be something I’m just NOT and I don’t take my tips on how to live from a magazine. I think it’s ridiculous that people are running around congratulating Glamour and talking about how beautiful this woman is – as if there’s a reason she wouldn’t be beautiful.
That’s your thing? Fine. I’m happy for you. Don’t make it out to be some kind of all-woman-all-the-time issue, though, because I just have to believe there are other women like me out there who couldn’t give a shit about that stuff – women who really don’t need to see a larger woman in a magazine because that magazine and its editorial opinions/choices have no bearing on their lives – women who don’t compare themselves to anyone (especially air-brushed models) because they know it’s pointless crazy-making behavior.
I feel for women who struggle with body image issues – I truly do. I’m just not sure I fully understand – and I sometimes wonder if it’s all just a little more self-imposed than society-imposed. Why read a magazine that you believe consistently excludes you? Why participate in allowing people to degrade you? Can’t it be stopped by just stopping it – by not internalizing it? Refusing to participate?
I truly believe change starts within. Want to feel great about your plus-sized body? My opinion – don’t look to an effin’ magazine or blogs or other people to provide that for you. Give up the need for outside validation. Figure it out for yourself.
It’s hard – all of it, I know, but it’s possible. Fight for yourself.
Have a problem with ME being fat and I’m going to analyze YOU to figure out YOUR deficiency/motivation to degrade me. I think I figured out at some point that’s it’s just inherently ridiculous to let some body fat stop me from living a fabulous life. It’s FAT – that’s it. I give it no power – so it has no power over me.
(Yes, I’ve been called arrogant before – but hey? I love myself. I’m not ashamed of that. Consequently, my perception of the treatment I receive from other people is mostly always positive.)
So … the bacon.
I’m not sure why we’ve never cooked it in the oven before, but it was SO easy – no frying mess, minimal smells lasting hours. I’m thinking this knowledge could be a bad thing.
Jon also made pancakes using almond meal/flour. I don’t know that he followed an exact recipe, but here’s one he checked out prior to making them.
I’m not a huge fan of substitutions and would generally rather eat whatever it is that I want to eat in its natural state – BUT – we ran across the almond meal/flour at the grocery store yesterday and decided to give it a shot (despite the outrageous price – $11 something for this bag!) since we’ve read quite a bit about it.
They were actually pretty good. Not exactly fluffy like a flour-made pancake – a little mealy, for sure – but we will definitely be making these again. I enjoyed them quite a bit.
I ate mine with one T of pure maple syrup.
I ate a couple of small snacks throughout the day, but had no definite lunch since we were busy again.
Jon cooked another fabulous dinner. This time it was chicken, leeks, mushrooms, squash, garlic, a sweet pepper, sesame seeds, a little bit of soy sauce and sesame oil and a teeny bit of red curry paste. It took about 20 minutes – VERY easy. Quite good.
My snack tonight was fage yogurt, 1/2 a banana and some walnuts all mixed together.
Activity/Exercise – 40 minutes cardio @ the gym this afternoon. I SO did not want to go to the gym, but I am very glad I did. It felt great – still feel great.
I actually felt so great from the cardio rush that I came home and immediately started cleaning out our closet – still in my sweaty clothes. We have TONS of clothes to do something with. I pulled out a skirt with the tags still on – three sizes too large. I feel absolutely ZERO hesitation about getting rid of the bigger clothes … just sucks to essentially cut our wardrobe in half. Not a bad complaint to have, I guess.