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Night Crazy

2010-02-15T04:51:00.001-08:00

It's 4:51 in the morning. I've been awake since 4. I can't sleep. Sometimes I come up with brilliant ideas at this time and then I fall back asleep and forget things, so I'm writing this one down: I'm going to Over eaters Anonymous.

I might happen to be watching Ruby while I writing this, but this is still a great idea.

I've been to OA twice before and loved it. I'm not sure if I have ever written about it, but the two times that I have been were really great. I love hearing stories and everyone there is really positive.

Has anyone else out there been to OA? What was your experience? And what can you say to a person, like myself, who wants to go back, but is scared!

Et tu, Nordstroms?

2010-02-03T22:22:00.000-08:00

Why am I showing a very digitally altered skinny girl on this blog? Because Nordstroms was trying to sell me this dress...in the plus size section. Really? That's going to make me want to buy that (ugly) dress? I think not.

Errr...

2010-01-28T16:29:00.001-08:00

First of all, sorry for the delay. I have had some computer issues and well, Lindsay, her computer is just dead.

I just wanted to let you in on two little stories that have happened to me in the past couple of days.

Story 1: I got on my scale and instead of telling me my weight, it just said Err. I know that this means error and that I needed to step on again, but seriously, Err was just perfect. It was like my scale was telling me Errr...you really want to know?

Story 2: I had to go to Saks Fifth Avenue to return a disastrous dress I bought for an upcoming wedding shower. If there is one thing I hate, it's going to high end stores in Beverly Hills. Fat and Beverly Hills just don't mix. I slipped into the shoe department because I'm a fat girl and nothing makes me feel almost normal than buying a pair of shoes that even a skinny girl could wear. There, I found an amazing pair of Tory Burch sandals for $100. I bought them. And, as I was getting my credit card back from the sales man my wallet dropped. I picked it up and was on my way. Two seconds later the sales man caught me and told me that I had dropped something. It was one of those buy 9 get the 1oth for free cards...TO SOME HORRIBLE SANDWICH PLACE! He looked at me like a fatty. Basically because maybe I was punched up to 7 sandwiches. For shame!

Best Diet Ever!?

2010-01-13T13:25:00.001-08:00

I just recently had a bout with what I could say has to be the sickest case of stomach flu that I have ever had. It came out both ends, it kept me up all night, it was sad. But, I lost 7lbs.

You heard me right, 7lbs.

Get sick, vomit, lose weight. But, when I was hovering over my toilet I came the realization that I never want to feel that way in my life again, and that the weight I was losing wasn't worth the pain and suffering.

I also became afraid of food. I am right now feeling much better but am still afraid to eat. BRAT (Bananas, Rice, Applesauce, Toast) diet or not, I'm scared.

How long will this skinniness continue?

Probably until dinner.

Wowzers

2010-01-06T16:22:00.001-08:00

I did something that we've here on Fatty Mcblog have been pondering and also making fun of for years. I bought something from the maternity department.

Is this ok? I don't know. It fits, so that's a good thing.

But seriously, I bought something from the maternity department at Target. The only thing I can really see in the difference is that it says maternity on the tag, which of course I have quickly removed. Nothing would be worse than sitting down, taking off your cardigan and having your skinny friends see that you are, in fact, wearing a sweater meant for a 9 month pregnant woman.

Has anyone else ever done this? And, is this the last of me doing this?

It makes perfect sense to do so...Maybe the teams of maternity and fat should join forces.

And as a PS. I really want the jeans with the band.

Cinderellas Come In All Sizes

2009-12-18T11:31:00.000-08:00

Just a heads up that tonights episode of Say Yes To The Dress is titled: Cinderellas Come In All Sizes. You know what that means! A fat girl wedding dress episode. I've been waiting for this!

So, 9pm TLC

Have any of you had the horror of looking for a wedding dress? Wish you could wear black?

Also, click HERE to see a great collection of videos posted by TLC honoring the issue of weight and wedding dresses.

Like Sausage When You Don't Want Sausage

2009-12-17T15:22:00.001-08:00

Since we're on a major 'fashion' kick, (see below), I'm going to continue this trend. This time though, we will be discussing Leggings. I want some. I just don't want to look like meat stuffed into it's casing.

Now, being a fat girl I cannot just go out and buy a pair of leggings, plus size or not. I mull over this fact daily. No matter how long the shirt, which by the way is not flattering, I can't get away with wearing leggings outside of the house. Oh, I wish I could.

And to embark on another tangent I must tell you that when I envision myself in these black leggings I'm averaged sized (I'm taking that phrase from Little People, Big World). Why? Who am I kidding? And, aren't I just lying to myself? Whatever.

Back to the leggings. Can I wear leggings or not. I have a nice shaped leg. Two actually and I think I might just say "what the f" and go for it.

Maybe I can wear them with my high heels.

PS. I just googled fat girl leggings and came across myriad of website yelling NO!!!!
I especially enjoyed this

Fat Girls in High Heels

2009-12-11T14:49:00.000-08:00

Here's a question: Can fat girls wear heels?

Fortunately, I do not suffer from canklitis ( I just made that term up), but still feel I can't wear heels because I'm fat. Let me tell you why. A major part of it is adding to my size. The higher I am, the bigger I feel. The bigger I feel, I swear the fatter I am or appear to be. Maybe this is why I am always feeling fat in the shower?

Anyway, I own about 3 dozen pairs of flats, but no heels. And I really want some.

Now, I know I can just say F it and who cares, but let's be serious...I care. They wouldn't look dumb because of cankles (which according to google even Barbie has), but I've seen fat girls in heels and I just don't like the look. BUT, and this is a big but, (ha!), the girls I have seen wearing heels look as if their heels don't fit properly. Regardless of their size, that shoe was not supposed to fit. I would of course get heels that fit.

BUT ALSO! I think because I am fat that wearing heels hurts 10x more 10x faster than skinnies.

Let me know what you think...I'm seriously curious about this.

Yes, You Can Sound Fat Over The Phone

2009-12-06T12:39:00.000-08:00

So, today I proved the age old question if someone can actually sound fat over the phone. Victory is mine. And, of course it had to be while I was calling....LANE BRYANT!

Yesterday I attempted to buy some bras and underwear, (TMI?) basically, because they were having an amazing sale.

SIDE NOTE: Bras. Man. Aren't they the worst?

Anyway, yesterday when I tried to purchase said bras online I kept getting this annoying error message making it impossible for me to get them. Quite annoying if you ask me. Finally, I gave up and resigned to call the next day, (today).

I guess I must have been really excited about this deal ($25 off, free underwear with bra purchase, free shipping!) because it was one of the first things I did today. While I was eating breakfast.

It was Cherrios damn it! They were from Trader Joes. It was healthy!

Regardless, my starvation interfered with my over the phone ordering and finally the woman told me she couldn't understand me.

Me. Ordering fat girl bras and panties...stuffing my face.

"Oh, I didn't know" (Say it in a creepy stereotypical asian lady voice)

2009-12-02T19:22:00.000-08:00

Should I save the whole hoopla about how we didn't write, but then we saw the error of our ways and now are going to write again...again? Yes? Good.

This is the story of Emily and Lindsay who innocently wanted to go get sushi at our favorite, favorite sushi restaurant. I wish it was as easy as it sounds.

I pulled up to Lindsey's home to find her on the phone waiting in front. Normal: she was just ordering our food. Not normal: her face. I got a big OMG!!! from outside the car. Apparently, she was on the phone with the owner.

Back story:

The owner of this sushi cafe is tiny little Japanese women who counts the soy sauce packages and has a camera hooked up so she can watch her employees when she's not there. She also runs marathons. Her restaurant also makes really good sushi. Real Crab! Spicy Mayo!

Anyway, seems as though as I was pulling up the owner was letting Lindsey know that she would, in fact, not be giving us our two orders of spicy mayo because mayo = fat. It's not as if I am discounting this fact. It is true. Mayo does make you fat. But, we're her customers. She charges like $2.50 per side order thus having an extra $5 made from just us. I don't remember what Lindsey said to her next, but it was something like, we're your customers, give me my fat mayo.

The owner had told Lindsey that she just got back from Japan and people are skinny there and she doesn't want fat customers.

Lindsey wouldn't go in to get the food. She was degradatated. Obviously I had to go in and get it. Great. I go in and try to act cool.

Back story II:

We love this place. It's our regular sushi place and eat there about once every three weeks. We know the waiters and up to this point, everyone has been normal and nice.

As I walk up to the woman to give my name her eyes widen. She knows who I am and she knows my order. (Why she didn't know this on the phone baffles me). And, you can tell, she's sort of embarrassed. And the only thing she can bring herself to say is:

"Oh, I didn't know" and then raises her hands width wise as if she's showing me what two feet look like and repeats, "I didn't know".

I didn't know you were so big on the phone! I would have kept you skinny but you're too far gone. Ok, she didn't say that but she might of well have.

Needless to say, we got the food and I put a ban on our place.

After 5 months and various attempts to find another sushi place I crumbled. I had to have it. I didn't care that I was funding her extravagant lifestyle, I needed my spicy tuna. Lindsey and I once tried to figure out how much we were actually giving this woman annually, but honestly, to tell would just way too shameful.

Sooo Interesting

2008-02-19T14:30:00.000-08:00

Lindsey told me about an article in Bitch Magazine about the Fat Acceptance Movement. I thought it was so interesting, I wanted to bring it to all of your attention.

http://bitchmagazine.org/article/big-trouble

What do you think? I think it's a great article and something that really bothers me about the Fat Acceptance Movement. It's also super taboo to bring up. I often feel like a hater against my own kind, but now I feel like there are more people out there that feel the same way as the people described in this article.

Please discuss...I'm so curious as to what other people have to say about this!

And It's Come Full Circle

2008-02-13T14:03:00.000-08:00

Last night I had a date. Yes, an Internet date...don't judge me! Anyway, it was a date with a very nice boy I supposedly went to high school with but had no recollection of. The exciting part? He was 6'6. His pictures featured a fit, tall hunk of Jewish manhood. And he liked me, a fatty.

When we talked on the phone, I didn't really feel anything to be excited about. Yes, we had things in common, but no, nothing out of the ordinary and nothing that got my heart pounding and excited.

So, we had plans to eat and see a movie. I met him outside of the restaurant. He was definitely tall and to my surprise...FAT!

Ok, he wasn't really fat, but weight on a man that is 6'6 is weight that is going to be noticed. And to top that off, he had a huge ass. I don't even know how to describe it.

Now, you all know that I prefer men to be fat, I like it. But, this was a little overkill. Being 6'1 and fat, fine with me...but add 5 inches and something happens that just doesn't do it for me.

It was a little bit of a reversal for me. I'm always worried that although I have a picture up and I state that I'm a bigger girl over and over just so I don't confuse anyone, the guy will really not understand that I am actually fat and feel really duped, which, I know if a problem with Internet dating. But, last night, I was duped. I was totally duped. Duped, duped, duped.

I don't think we'll go out on another date. I just didn't feel anything emotionally. But seriously, I might be on to something...dating a bigger man, especially one that is 6'6? I totally felt little...which was sort of awesome.

Big Girl (You Are Beautiful)

2007-12-11T13:58:00.000-08:00

We are trying to get back into writing blog posts more often...it will happen!!! But in the meantime, here is a video/song that both Emily and I have had in our heads for a few days. I love Mika in general (probably because he reminds me of Freddie Mercury), but when I heard that he had a song about fat girls I knew it was true love! Have a listen and enjoy!

Saucey

2007-11-12T16:51:00.000-08:00

Lindsey and I are huge fans of the restaurant Gyu-Kaku. If you haven't been, run to your nearest one. Gyu is a Japanese BBQ place, the kind where you have a grill at your table and cook your own food. Yummy.

Two things that Gyu has that drive both of us craving more? The salad dressing and this one dipping sauce. I'm not exactly sure what the dipping sauce is called. The website refers to it as their Sweet and Spicy sauce, but I just called it the world's best sauce...and that's saying a lot. The salad dressing is also tops, it's a miso mustard dressing. So delicious.

Lindsey and I went to Gyu on Saturday night, the problem was we didn't want to eat there. In retrospect, this was a really dumb idea, (Lindsey still defends it by the way). You have to eat there because, duh, you have to cook your food there, but we weren't really digging that. Our decision was to cook the food quickly, pack it to go and leave. I can't explain to you why we were so adamant about doing this, but we were.

So, we made it to Gyu at 5:30 at night. We had to wait about a half hour to get seated. We stood outside of the restaurant waiting for a table when I reached into my purse, took a bottled Diet Coke I had from earlier in the day and started drinking it. This was when Lindsey let me know that I better drink the whole thing up really quickly, because she was going to be needing it in a few moments. For what?

Smuggling sauce.

She wanted to put their delicious sauce in the Diet Coke bottle so she could have the sauce at home for future cravings.

When we were seated, Lindsey got up with my Coke bottle, went to the ladies room, washed the bottle out and came back to the table. It was on!

This was not the easiest task in the world, considering the waitress was totally creeped out by us and was keeping close watch. We kept asking for more salad dressing. We kept cooking our food and setting it aside. We kept asking for refills of the sauce even though we weren't eating and finally, it's basically impossible to go through one of their jars in one meal.

This whole process took about 2 hours...we should have just eaten there.

I'm proud to say we got out of there without anyone asking us about it. I know this doesn't mean they didn't know, but it makes us feel better. And I think the worst part about it is that I was so overcome with jealously that Lindsey got to have that sauce at home that I am now forcing her to go back so we can smuggle more sauce.

Sadly, this trend is just beginning...because we're sauce whores.

Hello???

2007-11-09T12:07:00.000-08:00

Hello?

We haven't written anything in quite a long time, and we were wondering if there are people out there in cyberland who still check into this blog. Let us know if you are out there and if you are still interested in reading about the fat life. To answer some oddball rumors that have come to our attention during our sabbatical: We are still alive. We are real people. We are both women in our 20's. We are not a fraternity hoax. And most importantly, we are still really really fat.

And by the way, we just have to send a shout out to gmail because when we sent this post to one another via gmail, the sponsored ad was: Are you fat? Take the Fat Quiz!

Happy V Day: I am retarded.

2007-02-14T14:09:00.000-08:00

I find that I compartmentalize my friendships and relationships into to very broad categories: 1. Those in which fatness may be discussed and 2. Those in which fat is a taboo subject.

Today I crossed that very important line in a moment of utter stupidity.

While taking a break from studying I found a Craigslist ad from a man who wanted to have sex with a fat girl with a big belly. The guy who wrote the ad said he worked out 4 times a week.

I attempted to email Emily and ask her why a man who worked out 4 times a week wanted to fuck a fatty with a big belly. I then included a link to the ad.

And then I pressed send.

And then I realized to my horror that I didn't send the email to Emily. I send it to my uptight, East Coast, Republican, NON fat discussing friend, James.

And then I felt like puking. Because I enjoy my cubby holes.

I am obviously fat. Everyone who looks at me knows that. But I like choosing with whom I discuss fat topics. And I do not like when that line is crossed.

So now James has an email waiting in his inbox where it seems like I ask him to write to some random guy off CL and ask him why he likes fat girls if he is a gym bunny.

This sucks.

Am I The Only One...

2007-02-08T10:16:00.000-08:00

I don't think I am the only one, but I often wonder if I am the only person who does this. You know when the news talks about fat people and puts up random shots of fat people walking? You know how they either do front shots with the head of the person cut off or a shot from the back? And, mostly, they are frumpy and, in my opinion, don't really show the fat demographic. At least I hope not.

It is such a fear of mine to recognize my pannus on the evening news. I know it will probably never happen and these are just stock footage from 1987, but I can't help but examine these people to see if they are me, or someone I know.

Who are these people? Do they know that they are on the news? Have they seen themselves?

I think this is going to be a mystery for a long time coming, but I will forever be on the lookout for myself on the news...I just can't help it.

Expense Reports: Bring 'Em On!

2007-02-01T09:07:00.000-08:00

Part of my job consists of me doing expense reports for various people, including myself. Example, when someone goes out of town, they will give me all of their receipts and I will create a report so they can get their money back from the company. It's a very small part of my job, but I must admit, it's my favorite.

Call it creepy, but I love lists. I love year books. I love directories. I love things that feed my little voyeuristic ways of seeing into someones life. And, what better way to see into someones life than to see what they eat!?

Because the company gives you a per diem of what you can spend each day, people, I'm thinking, usually eat more than they would if they were just at home. But, this way, you can see what people would really eat if money and everyday life didn't get in the way. It's great.

Take Lena for example. She just got back from a trip to Chicago. She had McDonald's at the LAX airport. She obviously likes to booze it up a little bit and doesn't shy away from meat entrees. She also likes her dessert.

I didn't think much about Lena before, but I think we could get along. She happens to enjoy cheeseburgers for lunch.

One girl in my office likes to skip breakfast and lunch so she can go to a really fancy restaurant at dinner time and spend her whole per diem there. I respect this. I'm not much of a breakfast person ( a fault I would like to correct). I also could do without lunch. I love that she treats herself to a $50 dinner, where she is dining alone.

Every time Lindsey calls me at work I will let her know what so and so is eating. She thinks I'm crazy. I think I'm a little crazy too, but that's okay...unless I end up in a mental hospital, rocking back and forth quietly saying to myself that Judy likes a side of horseradish with her fries.

Ohhhh...Ahhhh...FASHION!

2007-01-30T12:41:00.000-08:00

With all the complaining we do about not having enough clothes to cover our ample bodies, we need to take a moment out of our day and praise Igigi.

A wonderful woman named Ozlem sent Lindsey and I both two of the cutest dresses in the world and therefore I'm going to pimp her and Igigi out as if I had a feather in my hat and a cane by my side.

It's, finally, so refreshing to be able to find a dress that's:

1. Pretty (Who knew larger ladies could wear pretty clothes??)

2. Cut for a woman's body (not just a fat body)

3. Appropriate! ( I can't stress this enough. The clothes cover where they should, expose where they should and flatter where they should)

Lindsey and I each got the Alluring dress. I've never really written a fashion review before, but I must say, with a cardigan and flip flops, I look cute at work. With a wrap and some heals (which I can barely walk in) I can go out at night. I read InStyle Magazine...I know all about work to evening looks! And this, my friends, is definitely one of them.

So, go to the website. Buy something and let us know what you liked.

And here is a coupon...enjoy!

"I Feel So Degradatated"

2007-01-23T11:15:00.000-08:00

It seems as though I have lost my Weight Watcher weight tracker booklet. Knowing that it's somewhere like a trash bin now is pretty logical, but my mind is stirring up images that leave the land of logic and put me in a horrible, paranoid state of being. Someone out there has found this and is making copies and going to plaster them around town...at work...in restaurants...at my Weight Watchers meeting.

I know that's not going to happen, but that booklet, that stupid little booklet that's really a crappy piece of folded paper with little stickers on it stating my weight is out on the loose. And I'm not okay with it.

I noticed that I lost it when I went to weigh in on Saturday...where I was the only person to take my shoes off by the way. It wasn't in my purse. It wasn't in my car. It wasn't stuck between the pages of a book I've kept in my purse for the past couple of months that I haven't opened but will.

So, here I'm sitting at my desk at work and every time someone walks up to me I'm convinced they know what I weigh. And, to those who say, "you're fat...they know you're fat...get over it..." I hear what you're saying...but I have to disagree.

So, if anyone finds my Weight Watcher booklet...tear it up. It says Emily on it and it's out on the prowl.

Blood Oranges and Fatness

2007-01-11T08:08:00.000-08:00

I'm not an everyday talk radio listener, but I found this and I wanted to share it with all of you.

Click on the link and try to get through the talks about blood oranges, (which are delicious), and LA's best restaurant (which I looked at the menu and it doesn't look so good...but that's me). Once you get past all of this you will first listen to a doctor describe what Gastric Bypass is and then to what I thought was one of the best descriptions of being fat.

The woman, who had gastric bypass, tells her struggle with her weight and what her relationship with food was like while at her biggest. Maybe I'm the only one who feels exactly like her, or maybe not, but I wanted to share it with all of you because I've never actually heard anyone, besides on this blog, say exactly how I feel...even though she's all skinny now.

This is the link: http://www.kcrw.com/etc/programs/gf/gf070106microflora_teens_foo

Press listen and enjoy.

If you're like us...

2007-01-08T12:48:00.000-08:00

If you find yourself loving Lifetime movies about eating disorders and whatnot, I think you will enjoy what the channel for women is premiering tonight. It's called To Be Fat Like Me and it stars some girl from some show I never watched and Caroline Rhea (who still holds a place in my heart for making a joke about how her mother told her every time she felt bad about herself or her life to just "put on a little lipstick" and then proceeds to mimic herself scribbling lipstick all over her body).

The made for tv movie is about a high school girl with a fat mother and a fat younger brother who thinks they are lazy and doesn't get why they just don't lose the weight. What's so hard about being fat she asks herself? Well, obviously she'll find out. Oh and there's also something about a scholarship and her doing some documentary. But, lets get to the point: she wears a fat suit to school to see the responses she gets living the life of a fat girl. Sort of like that movie Just One of the Guys, but it's Just One of the Fat Girls.

I often have problems with shows where someone puts on a fat suit and feels how hard it is to live as a fat person only to be able to take the fat suit off and forget everything they've learned and felt. Don't even get me started about Shallow Hal. But, I'm going to watch tonight. I sort of can't wait. And not to go too much off topic, but who can't tell that someone is wearing a fat suit? Maybe from afar...maybe...but I'm not buying that. But, it's tv and I will let it slide.

So, I thought it would be fun to let you all know about the made for tv movie and tomorrow, or even after the movie premieres, we can talk about it. Sounds like a good time to me.

Tonight, Monday, January 8th, 2007 at 9pm on Lifetime...check your local listings.

Happy New Years and 1-800-FREE-411 (All in One Night)

2007-01-02T11:58:00.000-08:00

Lindsey and I spent New Years together on my roof. I made a new years resolution to not swear as much and well, I'm not sure what Lindsey's was. I wasn't going to make the same resolution I have for the last decade though, and we all know what that was...lose weight. I'm not going to make a resolution I know I'm just going to break within a matter of hours. So, I'm going to swear less...oh, and I'm going to drink more water. Yeah.

But, I do want to change in 2007. I know I said this, at least to myself 1994-2006, but, hey, it's always the truth. And Lindsey feels the same way I think.

So, at 12:07am on January 1, 2007 Lindsey and I used 1-800-FREE-411 to dial our local Weight Watchers to see if there was a meeting on Monday. We couldn't stop giggling. The woman at 800 Free 411 couldn't stop giggling. How many people had called her in that 7 minute period to ask for the local number to Weight Watchers? Jenny Craig? NutriSystem? (By the way, has anyone tried NutriSystem...I'm curious about it)

How many people, right after the ball dropped, spend their new years calling Weight Watchers? Were their phones flooded? I'm dying to know. I'm also a little scared to go to the meeting tonight. I'll most likely have to get there an hour early to secure a seat.

I also spent most of yesterday watching every dieting program they had on...Biggest Loser Marathon, Discovery Health Fatty Marathon, etc. (By the way, I'm still so impressed with everyone at BL. Though, I looked at Poppi's diet journal, and I think staying under 1,000 calories everyday is a little scary. I'm going to have to research that more.)

So, here's to a great year of swearing less and drinking more water and maybe, just maybe...losing a little bit of weight along the way.

Yawn...

2006-12-20T10:12:00.000-08:00

The following is a comment we got this morning...if you haven't already read it...take a looksy:

I've been a frequent reader of this blog for a while, finding it funny, touching and interesting. But lately I haven't check it much because of the attn whores, looser trolls that are annoying and repulsive, having nothing better to do than state to online strangers what they wouldn't dare to say to strangers on the street.

I've also grown a bit tired of the fatty girls, not of them exactly, I should say, but of their obsessiveness and then their whining and their pessimism towards their goals. I don't believe in diets, I believe that fat can indeed equal healthy, I also believe that one should do with one's body what one wants. But with the fatties...yeah, it's come to a point where I've said: Enough.

And it came today, upon seeing the amount of disrespect some of their brightest fans endured - upon seeing how the McGees have allowed trolls and regular a*holes to leave their crap all over the comments section.

Shame on you McGees. Shame on you for disrespecting your readers this way, for allowing pathetic nothing-better-going-on-in-their-life trolls to poop all the place, for allowing disrespect of this nature.

Your credibility has seriously been dwindling with every whine and moan after your binges. Your credibility I think took a serious toll after you allowed pathetic posters to run away with the comments section.

Good Job.

You've lost one more of your faithful readers, but are left with about 10 new trolls. Your logic and loyalty is as good as your diets.

And what do I, Emily, have to say about this? YAWN. And now, I will make my rebuttal!

I've been a frequent reader of this blog for a while, finding it funny, touching and interesting. But lately I haven't check it much because of the attn whores, looser trolls that are annoying and repulsive, having nothing better to do than state to online strangers what they wouldn't dare to say to strangers on the street.

Funny, touching and interesting...stop it, you're making me blush!

I've also grown a bit tired of the fatty girls, not of them exactly, I should say, but of their obsessiveness and then their whining and their pessimism towards their goals. I don't believe in diets, I believe that fat can indeed equal healthy, I also believe that one should do with one's body what one wants. But with the fatties...yeah, it's come to a point where I've said: Enough.

I can do with my body what I want to? Thanks...appreciate it...and my body has chosen to have a blog with my best friend where I can laugh, tell funny stories and sometimes, yes, sometimes, complain about crap. Show me the person who doesn't complain about something and I will buy them diamonds! Fancy!

And it came today, upon seeing the amount of disrespect some of their brightest fans endured - upon seeing how the McGees have allowed trolls and regular a*holes to leave their crap all over the comments section.

Allowing trolls and regular assholes to leave crap all over comment sections eh? Hmm...well, I guess showing others enough respect to express their opinions, even if they don't reciprocate that same respect back, is a bad thing? From now on, I will never let Republicans, Scientologists or Marxists ever tell me their opinions...because certainly I have now learned that if you don't agree with something, erase it and ban it!

Shame on you McGees. Shame on you for disrespecting your readers this way, for allowing pathetic nothing-better-going-on-in-their-life trolls to poop all the place, for allowing disrespect of this nature.

Seriously now...really? Shame on us? Because we were the ones who fed the trolls? We honestly have just tried to just ignore them...by not acknowledging them. Yes, sometimes, (ie The Tucker Max Escapade), we do play along...but, come on. Sometimes, even though they lack the same respect that we feel we all obtain, they spark interesting conversations and if you don't want hear it, don't read the comment section or just ignore what they have to say...they will go away. Though, don't you find it funny that they read a blog about being fat, when they hate fatties? I just know they are writing that mean stuff with tube of cookie dough in their hand...I just know it!

Your credibility has seriously been dwindling with every whine and moan after your binges. Your credibility I think took a serious toll after you allowed pathetic posters to run away with the comments section.

Credibility? As what? Fat girls? Because, besides having lives, that's what we are...fat girls...and you know what comes with the life of a fat girl, at least in our case, binges, bad days, days where we don't like ourselves because we chose to eat a burger instead of going for a walk. And what do I call that? I call that REAL. I call that life. I do call that credibility as fat, 20 something year old girls trying to live their life the best way they know how to at this point. As far as the comments section running amok, well, we don't control the comment sections...those are for comments...we control the part where we write little diddies about our personal lives. Oy!

Good job.

Thanks!

You've lost one more of your faithful readers, but are left with about 10 new trolls. Your logic and loyalty is as good as your diets.

Well, that does make us sad. We don't want to lose readers...because we like you. All of you. Even the mean trolls who shouldn't be so mean. We're full of love. Hey, maybe we're not fat with fat, we're fat with love!

Basically, we do apologize if people get their feelings hurt here. It is not the intention of this blog. I wish the comments were nicer, that people who have no interest in what we write would find a blog that suits their needs more, but we can't control that, and we're not about to censor people. So, to the trolls, feel free to express your opinions any way you would like, but think twice about the type of person you are being when you tell people, who you obviously don't agree with, that they are fat and that they are losers.

Sticks and stones may break our bones, but names will never hurt us because, and I truly believe this, we're all pretty good people, and ideally, that is all that should matter.

The Biggest Losers

2006-12-14T13:31:00.000-08:00

Last nights season finale of the Biggest Loser was, to say the least, amazing. That girl Poppi made me do a triple take. Erik was a completely different person and Brian, well, he's about to border into manorexia land (I thought he was hot as a fat man by the way). It was the best two hours I've had in a while. And, of course, (and this happens after every episode of the Biggest Loser), it made me want to go to the gym and start sweating. Will I? Probably not. Though, I like to think that I will one day.

Lindsey and I talk about the Biggest Loser often and we also talk about auditioning for the show. And, the reason we don't is very simple...we know we'd have an excellent chance of making it on the show. As many of you state in the comments section...those who aren't too busy making other's feel badly that is...we'd be awesome on the Biggest Loser. And, we would. We're funny, charismatic... I know that I could throw down some of the biggest excuses in Biggest Loser history to good old Bob the Trainer.

I also want to be pushed like that. I want to have nothing to do all day except train and count calories. I would love to focus 100% of my energy into changing my life. But, it's not practical for us at the moment life and job wise. And, well, there's that whole part about being on National TV.

I got to give it to the contestants for exposing themselves the way they do. I do not know how they gather the courage to look like fat pigs on television. Ever notice how at the beginning of the show the women have to wear sports bra tops exposing their huge bellies. Then, at the end of the show when they're skinny they can cover it all up? I don't need John Smith from high school seeing me at that state, even if I get hot looking at the end.

I know, it's all stupid, BS excuses I'm throwing out at you. Pretty pathetic. But, the truth is, we don't have the guts to do...no pun intended.

So, I ask all of you...our readers...send letters to NBC and The Biggest Loser and have them contact us.

MAKE US HAVE THE GUTS! (The good kind!)