Here’s the thing about being on a schedule.

When one thing goes out of whack, the rest of it goes out of whack too.

Yes, my mistake on what day it is today is your reward. We all get to learn a smarty-pants lesson and you can be all deep and meaningful when someone else makes this mistake because you’ll have the perfect thing to say.

When someone tells you it is a different day and you missed something do NOT do what I do and say, “Oh crap! I forgot what day it was!” Also, don’t tell people (lol sorry Leah) what day you thought it was. Because it doesn’t matter.

You just do what you need to do as fast as possible and then try to figure out how to not make the same mistake twice.

Because when you start something new, whether it is a new class, a new nutrition plan, or a new exercise routine, your poor brain that’s been used to your life has to find space for this new thing you’re shoving on the shelf between breakfast and some other responsibility. Your brain plays this really cool game of Tetris inside of you and figures out how everything is going to work.

Now, if you’re only doing one or two things the result of this Tetris-ing may just be awesome harmony and a new way of doing things. Of course, if it’s the five-billion-teen-th thing you’re trying to fit into your schedule and you have unpredictible babies crying or unpredictible un-Tetris-able kids in your house…well..the result can be utter freaking chaos.

So when you forget what day it is or you have a friend that forgot what day it was, tell them this:

As much as I want to plan ahead and be prepared. As much as I want to be the best mother, sister, wife, daughter, and cousin I can be. As much as I love my life. Sometimes I get caught up in the moment and forget what came next. But that’s okay, because nothing is permanent and life goes on. I’ll do better next time.

Isn’t that deep? It will also sound like you really care (I’m just going out on a limb here and assuming you actually do want those things) and the other person won’t just think you’re a dipstick that thought it was Wednesday when, in fact, it is Tuesday.

I got caught in a moment. One that ended with my husband being a better father. I did not make a conscious choice to not post when I was supposed to today, but my brain chose for me. I hope you’ll forgive me – because my children thank you.

Thank you also to the sponsors that made my body hotter so it more accurately reflects the sexiness of my brain: Smooth Fitness, EA Sports Active, Earth Footwear, and Chefs Requested.

Until Thursday,
jennydecki

Being denied health coverage is something many of us deal with every day.

Paying to hear you can’t have surgery because your surgeon thinks you’re too fat, well, that’s a special kind of Hell reserved for those of us who weigh … I’m not sure there is a real cut-off for that, but if you look too fat, you will be judged. We’ve all had it happen, even those of us who aren’t really fat but maybe gained a little weight and those people around us felt the need to make a joke or point it out.

See, here’s the funny thing. I don’t walk, talk, look, or act 300lbs. when you see me in person. You would guess I was around 250-280lbs. (280lbs. on a really bad, sloppy day) but never over 300. Ok, after my weigh in yesterday I’m under 300 but you know what I mean. LOL

But the doctor, he looked at me and told me what I needed to weigh before I came back and got surgery. Without weighing me. Just looked at me and felt he knew me, knew my history, knew how I ate, knew how active I was.

Of course, he was dead wrong, especially since I started campaigning and then won Mamavation Mom. My lifestyle is NOTHING like he thinks it is…but he never gave me a chance to tell him that. I tried, but he interrupted me and told me, “I know hundreds of women like you.”

Hundreds.

Now before we all freak out and talk about second opinions again, let’s look at the reality of the world we live in. Overweight women are judged. Awfully, horribly, unfairly judged. Imagine if everyone decided to hate redheads. Sure the redheads could all just bleach their hair blond…but should they have to?

Yeah it’s a weak analogy, but not all fat people are inherently unhealthy just like all thin women are not inherently healthy. But try and tell that to anyone … just go outside and pick a random person and ask them if thin people are healthier than fat people. Everyone has pretty much been brainwashed into believing that fat people choose to be fat through sheer laziness.

As a woman who LOVES her body. Fat, thin, whatever. I’m thankful I have one and it works and I LOVE my body…I choose to lose weight not to make other people love me, not to make me love myself, but to MAKE MY LIFE EASIER.

Even if you don’t think you should have to lose weight, because face it, you shouldn’t have to do anything with your body you don’t want to do. I mean, no one’s life gets better being thin unless they were already okay with themselves beforehand.

But your everyday life will get easier.

Is it worth it? I don’t know.

Will I hate people for being kinder to me when I’m slimmer? Possibly. I know I’ll always wonder if they would have been friends with me if I was fat and I will never be friends with anyone who hates fat people “because they’re lazy and gross” no matter what size I am.

But if I have to choose between a lifetime of doctors telling me, “That’s broken because you’re fat not because you have a real medical condition.” and doing whatever it takes to lose some weight? If I have to lose 50 more lbs. for my surgeon to feel confident while cutting me open? You’re damn right I’m going to do 3 miles in intervals (which I did this morning) as well as a bonus half-hour core workout to get my waist size down. I’m going to eat so much fiber I’m going to poop TREES.

Because I may live in a world where I love myself, but I also live in reality, and reality means a slimmer life is an easier life, and I’m on board that gravy train.

Oooh…I said graaaavy.

Thank you to the sponsors that are helping me have a better, easier life: Earth Footwear, Smooth Fitness, EA Sports Active, and Chefs Requested.

Until Next Time (hope this one wasn’t too over the top),
Jennydecki