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Fat Girls Can’t

December 21, 2013

Fat girls can’t run marathons.  Fat girls can’t backpack.  They can’t rock climb.  They can’t hike.  They can’t ride roller coasters.  Heck, fat girls can’t even snorkel.  Except that I have.  I’ve done all those things while being quite overweight.  And I bet others have too.

But apparently there aren’t enough of us to constitute plus size active wear. Have you tried finding size 22 zip-off hiking pants at REI? Sport Chalet? Sport Authority?  You can’t. they simply don’t exists past size 12. FYI, you can find them online at The downside being that there is only one (one!) style and you can’t try them on. Not that it matters. Whether they fit well or not, you are buying them anyway because your only other choice is going on a backpacking trip slugging around in jeans. As if there wasn’t ENOUGH extra weight on my body already.


That goes for wetsuits and running clothes as well.  I ended up buying a size 2X men’s wetsuit with cut-off ankles and wrists off of Craigslist from a guy in Long Beach.  And yes, I drove an hour out of my way to pick it up. I even tried it on in his apartment. Awwwkwaaaaard!  The bright side: it was only 25 bucks.  We mos def need more availability for plus size active wear. How are we supposed to lose the weight anyway if we can’t get some quality exercise gear at the local sporting goods store?

8_25_2007_10And don’t get me started on the naysayers trying to dissuade you from realizing your dreams. A guy on a Runners World forum flat-out told me that I should find another hobby because I run too slow. He even posted this article for me on the cons of having “plodders” (the slower of the “runners”) run marathons. The nerve!  Sure, I run slowly.  But who cares?  Its better than not being active at all.


Although I try not to believe any of the above statements that I “can’t” do anything I want to do, the fact is, as I have gained more and more weight, these things have become increasingly problematic.  Sure, I trained for and completed a marathon while 70 pounds overweight. But I got plantar fasciitis in the process and had to take (a lot of) time off from one of my favorite things to do: running. I can’t keep up with others when I hike, I carry more weight than anyone when I backpack, and I’m afraid to have people belay me when I rock climb because I’m so heavy, so I don’t do it anymore. I don’t even try to ride roller coasters nowadays. The ride operators at the theme parks used to be able to smoosh me into my seat and buckle me up, but now they just can’t. Ugh! CAN’T! I hate that word! I should be able to do anything I want to do! But I can’t.

I have learned a lot from being a plus-sized active woman. Not the least of which is that I can do anything many things I set my mind to. But does that include losing this weight?  This has been the hardest battle of my life, and that’s saying something, as I’ve had my share of trials, losses, and heartbreaks. But I’ve also had my share of triumphs.  I have overcome things I never thought possible. But can I do this? There are as many reasons for being overweight as there are overweight people in this world. And I have more than a few reasons working against me right now.  And not only does the weight make it harder to do the things I love, but the weight-related health problems are a trial all their own (ever had sleep apnea?  That thing is NOT good).  But I am working with my Dr. to get healthy.  Most of all, so that I can go back to doing the things I love.  Because sometimes fat girls can, but other times, not so much.

Charitable Christmas Chicanery and Chaos

December 16, 2013

Location: Undisclosed. Participants: various and sundry hoodlums. What: ding-dong-ditching so top secret even the ones performing the shenanigans didn’t know the recipients of the good deed.

After casing the joint and doing several drive-by’s, The 6 rabble-rousers made a drop to a home where people were inside and lights were blazing on the back step. 2 of the culprits banged on the door and then ran to where the other 4 were hiding behind a large tree. Allegedly, a man exited the house, moved the packages to a second location (a shed) and called out, “who is it?” They were unsure if they could be seen crouching behind the tree, but they waited upwards of 5 minutes while the man continued calling from the porch. The ruffians, whose younger members had been complaining and giggling and all around being “not quiet enough,” waited until the count of 3 and began booking it (or in the case of the larger female, huffing and puffing and wheezing her lungs out while carrying a not-so-young child under her arm like a sack of potatoes) through a very very long alley that was in plain sight of the house, to a vehicle located also in plain sight.

At this point the hullabaloo escalated with lights coming on in the car as the sextets piled into the vehicle, illuminating the scene of chaos. A younger member of the outfit scrambled to find the shoe of another, as if it were another EFY get-to-know-you game gone wrong. When they were all inside, the white SUV that had been camped under the street lamp for almost 20 minutes, lurched down the street. All six members of the operation bounced around in the well-lit cabin while the driver tried to turn off the overhead lights and drive with head down and headlights off all at the same time. Most likely, the laughter from within the car was heard throughout the neighborhood.

Although it isn’t recommended that the instigators quit their day jobs (if they even have them) it was, overall a complete success in tomfoolery, tenderness, and togetherness.







Happy(?) Halloween!

October 29, 2013

I really love Halloween. Not only is it the start of “The Holidays” but it’s also my youngest sister’s birthday, (insert happy birthday shout-out here)! As far as I know, I have never NOT dressed up for Halloween and gone Trick or Treating, or at least gone to a church-sponsered Halloween party, or both. I did it as a child, a teenager, a college student, a newlywed (We were pregnant with J-dub and an old lady scolded us for being worse than the teenagers), a mom, and I’ll do it as a grandma, gosh dang it! The only time I remember not actually going trick or treating was the night before the SAT’s and my mom wouldn’t let me, which was probably a good plan, but I still dressed up and worked the church Halloween party so it still counts!

Let’s take a trip down Halloween Memory lane, shall we?

This is Halloween when I was 5. I was a Cabbage Patch Kid. I don’t know what possessed me to be a Cabbage Patch Kid. Perhaps that’s just what was available to me at the time. I do, however, remember that my mother, my saving grace, drew eyelashes and freckles on my face and put my hair in pigtails so I could actually look cute instead of wearing the hideously terrifying (think Quasimoto) mask that came with the plastic pink and blue “dress.”

halloween images-4Ain’t I adoooooorable?

The year before that my Grandma had made me (she MADE me!) be Mickey Mouse. That’s right, the BOY. Why, oh why couldn’t it have been Minnie? 4-year-old girls want to be a lot of things, but a boy is not one of them. And for goodness sake, the costume consisted of a plastic pantsuit. Pants! I don’t ever remember ever wearing pants ever at all ever in my whole life ever until I was in 2nd grade. And even then I thought they were boyish and uncomfortable. Even IF they came with a shirt with two pandas holding a heart-shaped balloon between them.

Wow, I found it online! isn’t it ugly?! Also frightening!

When I was in 1st grade I was a…wait. Can’t you tell? Isn’t it obvious? No? Well if you looked carefully you would observe that I had two buns on top of my head (aka: ears) and a cape (aka: wings). Do I have to spell everything out for you? Geez! I was a bat! Duh… Oh well, at least I get points for imagination, right?halloween images-6For some reason I don’t have any good Halloween pictures of myself until I was 10, and even then I wasn’t in a costume. It’s kinda cute, my sweet and photogenic little sister and me with pumpkins my other Grandma brought from Oregon. Grandma’s taking the picture. And I sure loved those Saddle Shoes. But I hate this picture. It makes me sick to my stomach to even look at. It reminds me of earlier that day at school. I was headed over to the jungle gym and some kids were at the top who were a year younger than me. They started calling out to each other, loud enough that not only could I hear them, but half the playground could hear them, “Nerd Alert! Nerd Alert!” Yeah, that was elementary school for me. Thank goodness for Junior High and High school and finally making friends!halloween images-3

Now this picture I love. When I was 11 I went to my first and only Daddy/Daughter Dance. We played games, ate food, took pictures and danced. It was heaven and one of a few cherished memories I have of my dad with me one-on-one.halloween images-5

This is when I was 15. I hadn’t yet decided what to be for Halloween. A friend and I had decided to be Thing 1 and Thing 2. It didn’t exactly work out. I think we ended up wearing Hawaiian shirts over red turtle necks. What?halloween images-2

When you’re a poor college student, you and your roommates and (almost) boyfriend dress up in pajamas and curlers/pigtails and go get free candy in the hills where they’re rumored to give out full candy bars. I am yet to confirm that rumor as true. Still trying, though.halloween images-1

I have all kinds of love for this next picture. I’m not sure what my favorite part of this picture is. It could be the fact that there’s another kid photobombing our family picture. Or the fact that my trendy straight-ironed hair is a little too…flippy. Or it might be the fact that J-dog is grabbing the jack o’ lantern by the mouth. Or it might be that Hubby and I were dressed up as…you guessed it…The Hills! wait, you didn’t guess? Neither did anyone at the party. I still think it was dang creative of me to puffy paint a picture of the nearby hills on a green sheet and cut two holes in it so Josh and I could wear it at the same time. Logistically this was not easily accomplished. But extra points for creativity on a budget!halloween images-10

Probably the only year we pulled off a family costume. I was pretty proud of that one. Oh no wait, once we were all Star Wars characters. But alas, no pictures of me for that one. An all too common occurrence. But aren’t Grumpy and Dopey cuuuuuute?!halloween images-9Contrary to popular belief, I was not “The Holy Ghost.” What a sacrilege! I’m Charlie Brown in the great pumpkin movie when he tries to be a ghost…but he cuts all these holes in his sheet…and ends up with rocks in his treat bag…Y’know? You get it? Hello?

halloween images-8Like this:

Lazy Costume:

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Notice the hand-me-down pirate costume on Preemie? Yup, we’re all about the sharing.DSC_0401

OK, you get THIS one, right? Josh and I are each other! Good thing we didn’t go to any church-sponsored events this year, as cross-dressing is frowned upon. Heh heh. But seriously, this was a great couples costume.DSC_0119

Every year we carve pumpkins and most years we make and frost spooky-shaped sugar cookies and eat them and give them out to people and eat them some more. This year I got too busy for the pumpkin carving and forgot about it until it was too late. How could I? That’s the unpardonable sin of all holiday-dom! Although the kids barely noticed and weren’t all that shook up about it. Maybe I CAN be forgiven. Someday.

As for the cookies, what started out like this:IMG_1863and continued as this:IMG_1862

ended up like this:IMG_1864Hey! The black cats are black! Mothering win!

Some of the cookies turned out OK but I forgot to buy butter, was busy, forgot about them, didn’t feel like doing anything with them, and so we never got around to frosting them. Mothering fail. So it finally happened: my worst (OK not WORST) nightmare has come true (I actually have recurring nightmares about this). I am unprepared for a holiday. I know, I know, no holiday is perfect. And we’ll still have fun. I just hope this lapse in holiday tradition doesn’t extend to Thanksgiving and Christmas (cue screechy horror music)!

Why wait?

September 24, 2013

     During my freshman year of college I was excited to get married and eager to have kids.  But I wanted to go on a mission and graduate from college first.  The only question for me was, “When?” Do I graduate college and THEN go on a mission?  Or do I go on a mission the minute I turn 21 (way back in the 20th century women couldn’t go on a mission until then) and finish college after that? Marriage would come later, I thought.  And I was confident that the right guy would come along, we would get married and have lots of kids.  But only after these other things were out of the way.
     But, as often happens, God has different plans.  I met the “right” guy when I was a 17-year-old senior in high school, 2 weeks before my Senior Prom, the day after I was (lovingly) coerced into asking him to be my date.  Mind you, he was 21, we had never met, and he was 4 days home from serving a no-dating, no-popular music, no-movies, no-swimming mission for 2 years.  He was little weird, I was a little young, it wasn’t love at FIRST sight, (maybe second or third) but we couldn’t stay away from each other.    By the way, I hated (still do) this dress.  It was borrowed from someone in the 80’s?  Early 90’s?  I’m sure it was lovely in it’s time.crystalprom 001
     Life was not all sunshine and lollipops.  We broke up and got back together, we dated other people, we argued, but we also went to dances, fixed a car in the rain together, held hands, made out under a gazebo in the rain (sounds like it rained a lot.  It didn’t.), watched movies, talked about marriage and children, and almost a year after we met we decided we couldn’t live without each other.  I was 18 and he was still 21.  We were young, we were poor, and we were in love.  In addition to that, we had shared values and religion, similar life goals, and our parents’ blessings.  Oh yeah, and we prayed.  Hard.  I wanted to know if The Lord thought we were a good match, and after fasting and prayer and doubts and inner debates, I knew.  So on May 7, 1999 we took the logical next step, we got married.  I mean, when you find Mr. “Right”, why wait?
     When that right one comes along, you don’t want to miss it, and thank goodness I didn’t.  We did not wait to get married and we did not wait to have children.  We wanted kids so badly that 2 months into our marriage, when we still weren’t pregnant, we thought we were infertile.  Yeah.  Naive much?
     But Even at BYU, that Mormonest of all Mormon places, people were skeptical of our choice to get married young and have children right away. “You’re too young,” they said.  “Finish school first,” they said.  But what kept us going was what the late prophet, President Spencer W. Kimball once said, “After marriage young wives should be occupied in bearing and rearing children. I know of no scriptures or authorities which authorize young wives to delay their families or to go to work to put their husbands through college. Young married couples can make their way and reach their educational heights, if they are determined.” Also, “Supreme happiness in marriage is governed considerably by a primary factor — that of the bearing and rearing of children. Too many young people set their minds, determining they will not marry or have children until they are more secure, until the military service period is over; until the college degree is secured; until the occupation is more well-defined; until the debts are paid; or until it is more convenient. They have forgotten that the first commandment is to ‘be fruitful, and multiply, and replenish the earth, and subdue it.'”  Beautiful and comforting words for a young start-up family trying to make it in a world of “wait”.
     This isn’t to say that my life choices are ideal for everyone.  I know people who have wanted to get married and have kids right away, and for whom it hasn’t been a possibility.  I know people who don’t WANT to get married and have kids right away, and that’s their right and their priveledge.  It is for them to decide what God (if they believe in one…or 100) and they themselves want for their lives.  I don’t claim to know what’s right for everybody.  Most of the time I don’t even know what’s right for ME.  But I do know that many of my life choices (by no means all) have led me to a happy place in my life.  And when it comes to marriage and children, I would not change ONE THING.  This is also not to toot my own horn and say I’ve done everything right in my life.  HA! The thought is absurd!  What I am doing is sharing how grateful I am for these certain decisions I think I did do right for myself.
     When I was pregnant with my second child and attending a Cognitive Development class for my Bachelor’s, I was once asked sarcastically if I was glad that I got married at 18.  I told them that while I don’t go around preaching the advantages of early marriage (it certainly is not right for everybody), I didn’t regret my decision and wouldn’t do it differently.
     We’ve definitely made financial and social sacrifices.  My 20’s were spent diapering and feeding and carpooling and chauffeuring etc.  I never went clubbing, or to very many parties.  I didn’t even get to date very much.  On occasion I wondered if I may have missed out.  But then I remember being single and the longing I felt for a family of my own.  And I have it!
     I don’t have very many worldly accomplishments, and to be honest I was never hugely ambitious.  But there were a few things I did want, and aside from a mission (hey, we can go when we’re old!), I have done the things that I wanted the most.  When we graduated from BYU together in 2003 he was 26, I was 23, and we had 2 kids and we later had 2 more.  and I couldn’t be prouder of these “accomplishments”.
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     Now we are 35 and 33 and have been married for 14 years.  We have 4 kids and want 2 more (well see if God has other plans…)  It has been a struggle to support a family of 6 (and growing?) on one income in California.  We pay our 10% tithing every month, My husband works hard as a high school principal, and I don’t even have marketable work-from-home talents.  But we make it and are a very, very happy family!  We have our struggles (debt, depression, and a number of other things) but so does everyone else, single or married, kids or no, but we have been blessed to always have enough time and money.  God truly has taken care of us every step of the way.  He showed us what was right for us we did it, and we are blessed for it.
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September 21, 2013

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My head is too small. My face is too shiny. My stomach is too jiggly. My laugh is too loud. My chin is too…double. My nostrils look like big feet. I sleep too much. I eat WAY too much.

These are just a few of the things I am embarrassed about. Like, REALLY embarrassed about. Like, so much so that I just assume everyone is thinking about them all the time. I mean, I am, so isn’t everyone else? If you have noticed them, don’t tell me: I’m self-conscious enough as it is, and some of these things I’m aware of because people have actually pointed them out to me. But most people would either say I am making it up, they haven’t even noticed them or else they really couldn’t care less. Some may even think they are positive or endearing attributes. (Again, if you don’t, DON’T TELL ME!) How do I know that other people aren’t as disgusted with me as I am? Because I’m not disgusted by you. And neither is anybody else.

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I recently asked people if, hypothetically, they would ever tell other people what they were self-conscious about, and some people actually responded with very real answers. As I read their statements of horrible shame and self-distortion, I realized that ALL of their embarrassments were either absolutely untrue, a non-issue, or were actually endearing. Not ONE thing they said was something they should be self-conscious of. Not even ONE! This is by no means a scientific study, and there are things about other people that we don’t like and things about us that they don’t like. But in all reality, we aren’t even close to the ugly, fat, gross, poor, weird, failures that we think we are.

Think about your friends. Unless you are a total jerk (which, for all I know, some of you very well may be) you don’t think of your friends as weird, ugly, fat, poor, gross, failures. As for the people I know, the things they were embarrassed about were things like, talking too much (not even true), unconventional fashion and style making others uncomfortable (untrue, and um, endearing!), medical conditions (a total non-issue), lack of accomplishments/education/money (also a total non-issue), Their weight (either not true, or a non-issue. Nobody else even thinks about it and we all think you’re cute!), lack of talent (not even true), lack of domestic skills (untrue, a non-issue, AND endearing)…you get the picture.Photo 8

Most (all?) people are self-conscious about so very many things. It’s what keeps us striving for more instead of responding to the possibility of self-improvement with, “Nah, I’m good.” But like anything, it can be taken to the extreme, and most people (mainly women?) distort themselves. I’m guilty on myriad occasions of saying out loud, “I hate myself.” “I’m so stupid/fat/ugly/annoying.” “I’m such an idiot/jerk/loser.” And even writing that gets me down. We need to stay positive! We must! We shall! We need to see ourselves the way our friends see us and the way Dove corporation sees us! Seriously, though. Those “Real Beauty Sketches” get me every time!

Look it up on Youtube. I would include the video in this post if I wanted to pay money for a video upgrade on my blog. But i don’t. So…

Holy longtimesinceiveblogged!

September 7, 2013

For the past 9 months I have been busy.  No, not busy making a baby (I wish), I’ve been busy not blogging.  I miss it.  I miss you.  Do you miss me?  I’ve been oscillating between A) Too much fun and busy-ness to blog, and B) Being too depressed and lazy to blog.  Thus no blog posts since December of 2012.  Where has the time GONE?  In that time have moved to a new town (and climate), now that all my kids are in school I have started homeschooling exactly one of my four children (weird, I know), and I have become even more obese (it’s a problem).  But in general life is good and I am working on a new blog post that you may or may not be interested in.  So keep an eye out for it and when I post it you can love it (if you do, comment!) or hate it (if you do, comment!) or not care enough to comment (well then don’t).

Sunday Sock

December 10, 2012

I had another perfect Sunday to add to my list of Sunday fails.  Of course it started out like any other Sunday (couldn’t find Big Girl’s shoes, Boy #2 didn’t have time to brush his teeth, and Hubby was mad about the aforementioned unpreparedness).  Also, I was not looking forward to teaching my Primary class.  Blasphemous, I know, but it’s hard when you’ve got a student who completely refuses to cooperate in any way, shape or form, and this time was no exception.

Most of the kids were pretty good and I didn’t have a particularly large class that day.  It was even kind of rewarding to be teaching a lesson on the Easter story, even if it was Christmastime (how was I supposed to know the second to last lesson in the book was to be given on Easter rather than at the end of the year?).  It was even cute when I asked the kids what resurrection was and one kid said, “I’m drawing a blank.”  When I explained what resurrection was and that Jesus was resurrected, he asked, “Will WE come back alive?”  When I said yes, he gasped and said, “No way.  You’ve got to be KIDDING me!”  To which another child responded “No, I know someone who died and they’re dead. ” I explained that we won’t be resurrected until a long time later.  “Like 100 days?” “Like 100 years,” I said.  They were even more shocked when I told them that everyone was going to be resurrected, even the bad guys.  It was kind of a fun lesson to give.  They were actually engaged (mostly) and although they were a little squirrelly, the lesson went on without much incident (except for the frequently recurring need to remind one kid not to lean on the girl next to him).

Then we went to the part of Primary where all the different ages of kids are together.  Things started fine (they always do) until my youngest daughter, Little Girl, tried sitting on my lap.  I told her to sit quietly in her seat, but she would have none of it.  In her defense it was the third hour that we had been expecting her to sit still in church.  She probably would have been OK with it if I hadn’t been there, but I was, and wouldn’t let her on my lap, so she lay on the floor in front of me while the other teacher was trying to teach her lesson.  I tried to ignore her (Little Girl, not the teacher) so instead of engaging her I took off my shoe to adjust my little no-show sock that I was wearing with my flats.  I wear them to keep my feet from getting sweaty and stinky, but in reality they slip down until they are hanging by one toe and doing little good.  Attempting to adjust said sock, I took it off and stretched it out to put it back on.  Just then my daughter tried again to get into my lap, causing me to let go of the sock, which flung through the air.  All the while the teacher is teaching, oblivious (thank goodness) to the chaos in front of her.  Being a little helper, one of my primary kids got up to hand me my crumpled and sweaty (yes, it was actually a little damp) sock.  Little girl was still trying to get onto my lap.  I took the sock back as quickly as I could, hoping that the boy wouldn’t mention how gross it was.  Luckily he didn’t.  I put on my sock in the most angry way one can, and sent Little Girl out in to the hallway to sit until she was willing to sit in her chair.  Then we went on as if nothing had happened.

The moral of this story is: “Don’t teach primary if you have kids young enough to want to sit on your lap.”  That, or “Don’t take your socks off in public.”  Yeah, that one’s probably more doable, not to mention courteous.


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