Something has really been pissing me off! Wait for it… Wait for it…..
Nutrisystem, I know that this should be benign but I have been watching more television than usual lately. Nutrisystems commercials cause me serious irritation!
Nicole states, “Look at me I’m in a size 2” “I finally did something I called nutrisystem and I lost 33 pounds” “this is the first time I could put on a swim suit and not felt self conscious”
Before you say isn’t that great. Good for her! Wow that is amazing! Let me share some of my insights with you.
A size two measures as
Bust 33.5 inches
Waist 25.5 inches
Hips 35.5 inches
I know you are thinking so what? What does that mean? Let me add a little more information. Girl’s clothing is listed from 7 to 14.
A girl’s size 14 measures as
Bust 32 inches
Waist 26.5 inches
Hips 34 inches
Did you notice a three-inch difference? What womanly curves Nicole must have being a size two! I know that obesity is A BIG HUGE F@&!#^$%* deal in American!!! I know that I fight with weight daily. Why must the viewing public be shown extremes?
The average American woman is a size 12
Bust 38.5 inches
Waist 29.5 inches
Hips 40 inches
Unless this woman is 4’11” I really can’t see why she would be moved to be a size 2.
My next concern is once you stop eating the special food with the additional 7 breakfasts, 7 lunches and 7 seven dinners do you blow up again? In Nicole’s case will she return to a size 6 or dear Lord even a size 8? The sympathy I have for poor Nicole is beyond measure! Because I haven’t any sympathy for her… not one bloody drop!
Why not show me a woman who is a size 20 and gets to a size 12? That might move me to pick up the phone. Who really wants to look like a little girl after 12 years of age? I guess there is a special set of men who enjoy that kind of thing but in most cases they have broken laws or been on Dateline caught in an undercover sting operation.
Life as a realistic, intelligent and independent woman in America is beyond challenging. Now I am being programmed to be a size 2. That would be fine but then the next commercials are for some kind of food or food product. What is on the dollar menu at McDonalds or Burger King? The Sonic commercials with some kind of deep-fried cheesecake bites. Dove ice cream bars… the list is endless.
How about exercise? No special foods. No magic pills. I want to feel good about me but I must understand the long term and how to get there and stay there! I am going to the gym. I am eating better and I am loosing weight and inches. It will take a long time for me to reach my ideal if I get there at all. BUT this is work, this requires focus and it also requires some self-love. Do I love myself? No not so much. Am I learning to like myself? Yes, and I do not need Nicole, nutrisystem or Sonic for me to like who I am.
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
Posts, Reader Digest version and a meager job market
I am sorry that I have not posted. I have had posts and communication asking what the hell is wrong! To be honest I have not done much of anything. Why, you may wonder? What could BCarol have been up too all this time?
I will give you the Reader Digest version
Unemployed (yes still and let me tell you it is a meager job market)
My aunt became critically ill (she was incoherent for several days and lost kidney function for over a week). She has now recovered kidney function and is recuperating slowly but steadily.
Then… My cousin suffered a series of strokes due to a brain disease. She had brain surgery. The prognosis is not good. I kept my cousin 6-year-old daughter for over a week. I live with three cats. I survived and the cats honed their skills of stealth. In fact I was impressed. No one was scratched, bitten or became furless.
Then… My father had heart surgery. He is doing exceptionally well and his recovery was quick!
All of this transpired within a six-week window. Sooooo now that I have some kind of life again and have slept for a week I am ready to write again! Now what to write about… Something I have been reflecting on recently.
My home, the mortgaged estate is my center of being. I thought why am I so centered on walls and floors? I could not figure out why if I do not find a position that I am so worried about loosing my house. There are other houses.
It occurred to me THIS IS MY HOME. My mother and father divorced after 40 years of marriage. He decided that he wanted to marry his mistress. Fine for him I am full-grown, educated and healthy do what you must father.
However, for me it meant the loss of a home. My mother sold the house she received in the settlement and then moved in with her sister. It was a wise choice on her part and good for both. She sold the furniture that I did not take (it really does look lovely in my home). She liquidated almost everything. Now there is nothing left… No more are there Christmas or Easter dinners. You are an adult when you can truly never go home… I have no home.
I purchased a house and then began making it my own.
I had a blessing ceremony and the house was filled with friends. I found that when people visited they were relaxed and stayed. I enjoyed cooking and mixing medicinal beverage for them. I made my own home. My own traditions! Not the conformist home but one where it is warm, welcoming and peaceful. I have a great vibe here! I have positive emotions here. I have friendship, love and peace. I do not want to leave it!
Before you think that I have slipped into some kind of self imposed hyper sentimentality I will give you actual examples.
I found when the six-year-old was here I gained additional children. You can win the wo
rld with grape juice and hot dogs on the grill. My deck became the hot spot for Star Wars play, play-doh and the feeding of fish in the water feature. Maybe I could be Donna Reed? Don’t think so!
I have given splits of perennials to friends. I have plants in my park that were splits from plants of friend’s grandmothers. I believe that this is good karma. Why else could everything in the park look like this? I think that I may have found my sanctuary and do not wish to loose it.
I will give you the Reader Digest version
Unemployed (yes still and let me tell you it is a meager job market)
My aunt became critically ill (she was incoherent for several days and lost kidney function for over a week). She has now recovered kidney function and is recuperating slowly but steadily.
Then… My cousin suffered a series of strokes due to a brain disease. She had brain surgery. The prognosis is not good. I kept my cousin 6-year-old daughter for over a week. I live with three cats. I survived and the cats honed their skills of stealth. In fact I was impressed. No one was scratched, bitten or became furless.
Then… My father had heart surgery. He is doing exceptionally well and his recovery was quick!
All of this transpired within a six-week window. Sooooo now that I have some kind of life again and have slept for a week I am ready to write again! Now what to write about… Something I have been reflecting on recently.
My home, the mortgaged estate is my center of being. I thought why am I so centered on walls and floors? I could not figure out why if I do not find a position that I am so worried about loosing my house. There are other houses.
It occurred to me THIS IS MY HOME. My mother and father divorced after 40 years of marriage. He decided that he wanted to marry his mistress. Fine for him I am full-grown, educated and healthy do what you must father.
However, for me it meant the loss of a home. My mother sold the house she received in the settlement and then moved in with her sister. It was a wise choice on her part and good for both. She sold the furniture that I did not take (it really does look lovely in my home). She liquidated almost everything. Now there is nothing left… No more are there Christmas or Easter dinners. You are an adult when you can truly never go home… I have no home.
I purchased a house and then began making it my own.
I had a blessing ceremony and the house was filled with friends. I found that when people visited they were relaxed and stayed. I enjoyed cooking and mixing medicinal beverage for them. I made my own home. My own traditions! Not the conformist home but one where it is warm, welcoming and peaceful. I have a great vibe here! I have positive emotions here. I have friendship, love and peace. I do not want to leave it!
Before you think that I have slipped into some kind of self imposed hyper sentimentality I will give you actual examples.
I found when the six-year-old was here I gained additional children. You can win the wo
rld with grape juice and hot dogs on the grill. My deck became the hot spot for Star Wars play, play-doh and the feeding of fish in the water feature. Maybe I could be Donna Reed? Don’t think so!
I have given splits of perennials to friends. I have plants in my park that were splits from plants of friend’s grandmothers. I believe that this is good karma. Why else could everything in the park look like this? I think that I may have found my sanctuary and do not wish to loose it. 
I pray that God will be kind and that I will soon find my way to 
continue Zen, happiness and gainful employment. If you can spare a positive thought send it up and out for me. I wish to live here and continue my traditions, my gardens and my life.
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