This morning I was watching (rather listening) to the news talking of a new commercial about a dead man holding a McDonalds cheeseburger. (Just for the record, I will assume McDonalds will not sue me since I’m defending their honor.) Let me say, some days it’s not easy to write a blog but on days like this, it is. Also, there's one more thing I need to say...I am not politically correct. I don't care about being politically correct. The words fat, obese and overweight mean the same thing to me. So don't get mad for me calling you fat (if you are) instead of obese. Ten pounds of fat weighs the same as ten pounds of obese.
My first question is “Why are people so quick to blame McDonald’s for their problems?” My second question is “How big is this gun McDonalds is holding to fat Americans’ heads?”
I will be the first to admit I’m fat. I know. I’m the one who can’t fit into my jeans from last season. I’m the one who has noticed the pounds getting higher on the scale. And I’m the one who doesn’t exercise. The last time I ate at McDonalds was back in October or November and it was to get the McRib sandwich (once in a lifetime event almost). But I’m not going to blame McDonalds for me being fat. I should probably blame the Chinese takeout restaurant or I could blame Ingles where I do my grocery shopping because 9 out of 10 times, we eat home cooked meals. However, my home cooked meals usually require cooking oil, bleached flour, salt, sugar, and definitely red meat.
I know that in order for me to not be fat, I’m going to have to get off my butt and exercise. I have my excuses for not doing it at this moment in time but at least I know my situation. I have friends that are in super shape and no surprise here, but they exercise. I see my friends running up and down the sidewalks in town all the time. I assume they know like I know that in order to be in great shape, you must discipline yourself to do it. I have no discipline.
I just don’t understand why McDonalds is the target of the blame for obesity. Other places have foods that are just as bad if not worse. San Francisco has banned the toys in Happy Meals because it encourages unhealthy eating in children. Does Burger King not have toys in their kids’ meals? I’ve heard also that McDonalds has caught blame for obese children because of the playgrounds. Wouldn’t the playgrounds encourage kids to be active? My kids must eat their meals before playing on the playground and what’s a better way to tire out the kids before going home! As far as adults are concerned, who is requiring them to go spend their money at McDonalds? Are their paychecks specifically written out to McDonalds? Don’t think so!
So in conclusion, to all the fat folks blaming McDonalds for you fat problems, do what my friend Delores told me once….Back that ass up from that table!
Monday, January 24, 2011
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
Fool Me Once
As far as politics are concerned, I consider myself independent in my opinions. I know all people have their own opinions about how things should be but we all know about opinions…everybody’s got one. I believe that people should work for what they want and not expect handouts from everyone else around. And don’t get me started on Obama. I didn’t vote for him. I don’t like the way he runs his domestic policies and I think he needs to get his head out of his ass. Okay, I’m done now.
Almost 10 years ago, I was pregnant with my first born child. I had a job but I was single and lived on my own. I made $7.50 an hour as a government employee. Several of my coworkers told me to go to the local DFACS office to inquire about getting help like WIC. I was turned down. Apparently being a 19 year old pregnant single woman making $7.50 an hour does not constitute a need for government assistance. I came to terms with the fact that I would have to do things on my own and I did.
Ten years later, I find myself going to the grocery store on Fridays during the day to do my weekly shopping (paying for it with my husband’s hard earned money, not the tax payers money) and there’s always a young woman or a young couple in front of me using their EBT card to buy their groceries. They usually have about two or three kids running around the store unruly. And then the moment comes that really pisses me off. I walk out into the parking lot to see these same people that just used their EBT card loading their endless groceries into their Chevrolet Tahoe or Nissan Pathfinder. Sometimes I want to follow them home so I can see exactly how big their homes are.
And then there are the people that capitalize on bad situations that really irritate the crap out of me. Without being too specific, I’m talking about people that use a sob story constantly. “We don’t have any money and my kids aren’t going to have anything for Christmas” or “I don’t know where my next tank of gas is going to come from”. I’ve been a victim of that sob story many times and have given the benefit of the doubt. Then when I find out that people gave thousands of dollars worth of toys to the family for Christmas and everybody from point A to point B gave $20 for gas, I just don’t know what to think. Me personally, I don’t get what I can’t afford. I don’t have an eight passenger SUV to haul my children all over creation and I don’t stay on the road.
Some people do actually need assistance at some point in their lives but what I don’t understand is why some of the same people constantly need help. It seems to me they would find the straw that’s breaking the camel’s back and stop. As President Bush would say, “Fool me once, shame on you…You fool me, you can’t get fooled again.”
Almost 10 years ago, I was pregnant with my first born child. I had a job but I was single and lived on my own. I made $7.50 an hour as a government employee. Several of my coworkers told me to go to the local DFACS office to inquire about getting help like WIC. I was turned down. Apparently being a 19 year old pregnant single woman making $7.50 an hour does not constitute a need for government assistance. I came to terms with the fact that I would have to do things on my own and I did.
Ten years later, I find myself going to the grocery store on Fridays during the day to do my weekly shopping (paying for it with my husband’s hard earned money, not the tax payers money) and there’s always a young woman or a young couple in front of me using their EBT card to buy their groceries. They usually have about two or three kids running around the store unruly. And then the moment comes that really pisses me off. I walk out into the parking lot to see these same people that just used their EBT card loading their endless groceries into their Chevrolet Tahoe or Nissan Pathfinder. Sometimes I want to follow them home so I can see exactly how big their homes are.
And then there are the people that capitalize on bad situations that really irritate the crap out of me. Without being too specific, I’m talking about people that use a sob story constantly. “We don’t have any money and my kids aren’t going to have anything for Christmas” or “I don’t know where my next tank of gas is going to come from”. I’ve been a victim of that sob story many times and have given the benefit of the doubt. Then when I find out that people gave thousands of dollars worth of toys to the family for Christmas and everybody from point A to point B gave $20 for gas, I just don’t know what to think. Me personally, I don’t get what I can’t afford. I don’t have an eight passenger SUV to haul my children all over creation and I don’t stay on the road.
Some people do actually need assistance at some point in their lives but what I don’t understand is why some of the same people constantly need help. It seems to me they would find the straw that’s breaking the camel’s back and stop. As President Bush would say, “Fool me once, shame on you…You fool me, you can’t get fooled again.”
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
The Joys of Pregnancy
This is an old diary entry of mine but thought it would be great for the new blog. Enjoy!
It's been almost 6 weeks since I had the twins and I must say, I'm much more calm and easy to deal with. I was on an 8 month mood swing from hell. While I was pregnant I got the pleasure of all the "pregnant" comments from everyone around me. Here are some of the most irritating/annoying comments I heard while I was pregnant and right after I had the babies. Also, when you read these, be sure not to say any of these anymore to anyone pregnant or a new mother.
"Wow, you're gonna have your hands full now!"
Yeah, I am. God gave me two babies and two hands.
"Did you take fertility drugs?"
Nope. Lots of sex.
"You don't look that big to be having twins."
Well, I'm only 4 months along and wasn't that fat to begin with. Thanks for the compliment but I feel like an elephant. Please sympathize with me for crying out loud.
"You're having a boy and a girl. I guess you're done now!"
Maybe I'm not. Maybe I want to have 10 more kids. Maybe I'll have 5 more sets of boy and girl twins. Maybe it's none of your freakin business.
"Are they identical?"
Well, let's see here. One has brown hair, the other has red hair. One has a penis and the other one doesn't.
"They're so small."
They were five weeks early!!!
"Do you know what you're having?"
What do you honestly care? Don't ask me unless you're planning on buying some clothes for them. (Btw, Thank you again Casey for the awesome clothes that you sent to me.)
"You'd better get your sleep now 'cause you won't be sleeping when they get here."
Please tell me how one sleeps with two watermelons hanging off their gut.
"Are you ever gonna have those babies?"
No, I enjoy having a 120 degree body temperature and rapid multiplying stretch marks. I'm gonna stay pregnant forever!
"Wow, you can really tell in your face that you're pregnant."
I guess you didn't see my stomach. It kind of gives it away too.
Do you have a name picked out yet?
Yes, Thing 1 and Thing 2. I was also thinking of Frick and Frack
Who's gonna keep her?
Some Gypsy I met online. Or either that old woman from Hansel and Gretal.
When are you due? or How far along are you?
I'm due at the end of September but my doctor said I'd have them in August. In other words - whenever the hell I go into labor.
I'm 12 months pregnant.
Are you ready for the baby?
Do I honestly have a choice.
Where are you going to have them?
Hopefully not at home.
Is this your first?
Sure, are you going to throw me a baby shower....
You know what causes that, don't you?
I thought it was miraculous conception.
Get all the sleep you can now!
Again, it's hard to sleep with my husband, a dog, a cat and 2 watermelons.
Are you sure you're gonna make it ____ more weeks?
Come to think of it, I'm feeling a contraction right now. Hey! Wait! Where are you going? Aren't you going to help me deliver the babies!!!
It's been almost 6 weeks since I had the twins and I must say, I'm much more calm and easy to deal with. I was on an 8 month mood swing from hell. While I was pregnant I got the pleasure of all the "pregnant" comments from everyone around me. Here are some of the most irritating/annoying comments I heard while I was pregnant and right after I had the babies. Also, when you read these, be sure not to say any of these anymore to anyone pregnant or a new mother.
"Wow, you're gonna have your hands full now!"
Yeah, I am. God gave me two babies and two hands.
"Did you take fertility drugs?"
Nope. Lots of sex.
"You don't look that big to be having twins."
Well, I'm only 4 months along and wasn't that fat to begin with. Thanks for the compliment but I feel like an elephant. Please sympathize with me for crying out loud.
"You're having a boy and a girl. I guess you're done now!"
Maybe I'm not. Maybe I want to have 10 more kids. Maybe I'll have 5 more sets of boy and girl twins. Maybe it's none of your freakin business.
"Are they identical?"
Well, let's see here. One has brown hair, the other has red hair. One has a penis and the other one doesn't.
"They're so small."
They were five weeks early!!!
"Do you know what you're having?"
What do you honestly care? Don't ask me unless you're planning on buying some clothes for them. (Btw, Thank you again Casey for the awesome clothes that you sent to me.)
"You'd better get your sleep now 'cause you won't be sleeping when they get here."
Please tell me how one sleeps with two watermelons hanging off their gut.
"Are you ever gonna have those babies?"
No, I enjoy having a 120 degree body temperature and rapid multiplying stretch marks. I'm gonna stay pregnant forever!
"Wow, you can really tell in your face that you're pregnant."
I guess you didn't see my stomach. It kind of gives it away too.
Do you have a name picked out yet?
Yes, Thing 1 and Thing 2. I was also thinking of Frick and Frack
Who's gonna keep her?
Some Gypsy I met online. Or either that old woman from Hansel and Gretal.
When are you due? or How far along are you?
I'm due at the end of September but my doctor said I'd have them in August. In other words - whenever the hell I go into labor.
I'm 12 months pregnant.
Are you ready for the baby?
Do I honestly have a choice.
Where are you going to have them?
Hopefully not at home.
Is this your first?
Sure, are you going to throw me a baby shower....
You know what causes that, don't you?
I thought it was miraculous conception.
Get all the sleep you can now!
Again, it's hard to sleep with my husband, a dog, a cat and 2 watermelons.
Are you sure you're gonna make it ____ more weeks?
Come to think of it, I'm feeling a contraction right now. Hey! Wait! Where are you going? Aren't you going to help me deliver the babies!!!
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