Janevain

I have to say, you guys are being pretty mean to Weird Al and Tiny Tim, both of whom are/were accomplished performers and highly intelligent. PAC WISHES he was among them.

I ran down the paved street today barefoot. I was chasing my husband down after he forgot the diaper bag. Take it with you! Don't come back too soon! I can fault Jill for a lot of terrible things, but barefoot kids aren't one of them.

I met a kid named Juxtin. Like Justin, but closer to juxtaposed. Juxtin.

I didn't make it out of Noom's trial period (I think it was $1). I felt like, as someone who has been on diets and read articles about weight loss, there wasn't really much new or helpful information to justify the cost. They quoted me about $40 a month. I also didn't care for the tone of the whole thing. Maybe it varies from person to person, but all the articles and suggestions were very much "yo girlfriiiend! you totes rocked your diet yesterday!" It kind of reminded me of Whitney, now that I think about it.

Wind is the worst weather. It makes every other bad weather intolerable.

When I was pregnant (less than a year ago) we opted to not find out the gender. It frustrated my mom, but I pointed out that when she was pregnant with me (1979) she didn't know, either. I have some hope for Joy and Austin, though. He apparently rebelled in the past; she apparently questioned her faith in the past. He's hard-working; she's easy-going. They may be the defectors.

OMG I am cringing! I don't like Jill but I honestly feel bad for her. Who is telling her this looks good? Derick? Is he telling her this shit looks good to be mean?

What I love is this: as a large-busted woman I regularly have to support the girls when I'm moving. Meaning, really, that I hold them DOWN with splayed hands. No, she was cupping from below, as if to enhance the jiggling. Wow.

I agree, cherenkov, but I also think it largely depends on the doctor. Do they treat the weight and its consequences as a statement of fact, or more like the moral failings of an idiot? I have been talked to kindly and matter-of-factly about my weight by some doctors. I appreciate that and it definitely serves as a reminder and motivation to get back on track. By others, I have been lectured using words and tones like I am unintelligent, or they ignored the weight I HAD lost (apparently 25 lbs in 6 months was not enough to avoid a lecture, though I was there for strep throat), or lectured me about a recent weight gain-- literally 2 weeks after I'd given birth, as compared with my pre-pregnancy weight. I also have had the hardest time being diagnosed with actual diseases because, since I am fat, all symptoms must only be a result of fatness and will magically go away once the excess weight is gone. So while I was never one to avoid going to the doctor altogether, I certainly did change doctors a few times.

I used to be embarrassed to see movies alone until I worked at a movie theater. SO MANY people see movies by themselves, you just haven't noticed because it's dark and not exactly a socializing activity. Go to movies alone! It's great! Nobody steals your popcorn or tries to talk during previews!

Well, yeah, but you're also WAAAAY underestimating. I'm a fat woman myself whose thighs measure 27 inches at their largest... and I weigh literally half what Whitney claims to weigh.

I grew up SBC and we did communion maybe... once every few months? Special occasions? Rarely, anyway. We used tiny square crackers that tasted like literally nothing and tiny individual cups of grape juice. They came in round trays circulated down the pew aisles by the deacons.