More to Love

I've started seeing ads for a new reality show a la The Bachelor type shows entitled "More to Love." The premise of this show is that the average American women is size 14/16 while the average reality "star" is a size 2. So, "real" women are going to compete for a "real" man in all their glory this summer and for our voyeuristic pleasure.

Hmmm...I have been a size 14. It sucks. I am currently a size 12. It sucks. I happen to think I'm fairly hot; however, I also recognize that being this heavy makes me feel physically uncomfortable. I can't tie my shoes without my stomach suffocating me. I don't feel happy in a bathing suit. I have been doing pilates and some of the moves are difficult because my thighs are so large. I look like I'm 5 months pregnant ALL THE TIME. I would LOVE to be a size 2, but I also recognize that that may be slightly thin for me. I think a good size for me would be 8/10.

I applaud these women who want love. I know how it feels to have the skinny friend who gets all the attention from guys while you stand on the sidelines. I have been lucky enough to find someone who loves me for who I am...fat gut and all.

I WANT to see size 2 reality stars though. It gives me something to work towards. It gives me someone to focus my negative energy on that doesn't know I sit at home and say hateful things about her to my friends who watch the same asinine shows. I think Americans are too fat. I hate that as a society we are so unhealthy in our eating and attitudes towards eating. I am not exception. I didn't eat fast food for 10 years and when I fell off the wagon I fell hard. I'm lucky now in that there aren't really any fast food places convenient to our house and I definitely do not enjoy it enough to go out of my way to get it. Score 1 for Massachusetts.

I have also figured out that my weight watchers would go much better if I was more strict about my eating. I do fairly well staying within the weekly points range. I am trying to be active. But I love my Edy's Slow Churn ice cream at night (3 weight watchers point for 1/2 cup...I always eat a whole cup though). It's a struggle. Weight watchers has made me more aware of what I put into my body. I am not drinking so much. I had 2 glasses of wine last weekend and felt hammered...I guess I'm a cheap date now instead of just cheap if you catch my meaning. haha

In other reality news...let's talk about The Real Housewives of NJ. These are the most atrocious women I have ever seen. I am still trying to figure out why social services has not gone in and removed any of their children. Caroline sounds like a truck driver (I am waiting her to pull out a cigar and start puffing away as she oversees the mob). Danielle has some weird issues with age (you are gross dating a guy 20 years younger). Teresa is a psycho (who flips over a table in a restaurant in front of children all the while cussing like a maniac? Are you freakin kidding me?). Dina is a bitch (liar liar pants on fire). I like Jacklyn. I do not think it's okay to constantly cuss in front of your children or act like a freakin maniac. At least The Real Housewives of Orange County have a little bit of class (I said a little bit) and their children are older. I didn't really watch New York (although I think they seem to be crazy bitches based on the episodes I've seen) or Atlanta (they annoyed me too much).

Being unemployed has given me way too much tv watching time. My brain is rotting. I can't even make a decision anymore. The other day I spent 10 minutes trying to decide if I should take the dogs out before I went to lunch. 10 MINUTES! If I don't find a job soon I am going to end up a vegetable. Paul will come home to find me in the fetal position drooling on myself.