I am overweight
Obese.
I filled out one of those online charts for height/weight, blah, blah, blah, and it said I was headed for heart attack city. Can I just say how much those charts suck?
I am a curvy size 12 and I get looked at... guys try to pick me up... but still I am obese.
I walk... I do pilates... I eat okay.... but still I am obese.
The most amazing part is that I used to be a size 18, I wonder what catagory I was in then.
The chart wants me to be what I'm guessing will be a size 3 ... and that will be healthy.... no butt, no boobs, built like a 12 year old boy. Yeah whatever!
This the real world.. so you tell me, does this blog make me look fat?
Monday, June 26, 2006
Sunday, June 18, 2006
Life Is Too Short
I don't know how things like this happen. We're young and we're not supposed to die now. We're supposed to get grey and wrinkly and have wistful trips down memory lane and long for days gone by.
My friend Buddy and I we're no lie, like peanut butter and jelly. We met when he came in to my company for an interview and we both knew the moment we met that we were already friends.
Buddy loved to dance. For about a year we went clubbing twice a month at this little club in Delaware called the renaissance (sadly no longer open). Every so often we'd hit Woody's in Philly for a change of pace. We were amazing dance partners, perfect heights, totally intuitive and comfortable. We even had our own song, "Alway Be My Baby'" by Mariah Carey. When it got played we would scream and run for the dance floor and then ham it up (ala Fred & Ginger) as we belted it out to each other. Other patrons usually moved a foot away from us at that point :)
He eventually left our company for greener pastures and moved to NY and though we saw each other a bit less, we still talked and got together when ever we could and let me tell you, the dancing in NY was fab (hello, um... Can you say Shampoo?)
Fast forward a few years and a few jobs later, Buddy moved to sunny Florida where he had family. Now here's the toughie, its not so easy to pick up and run to FL to hang. Grrrr. I really needed to get a private jet....
For the last few years we didn't get to see each other face to face. All of our contact was via the phone and we slipped into a once every couple of months to check on each other, and every holiday and birthday. The calls were always marathons to tell each other every little thing that had happened since the last time we talked.
Last year in October I went to Florida for vacation and had plans to see Buddy. It was a pretty big deal, cause I wanted to introduce him to my new beau (who's family has a place down there) Buddy of course wanted to give him the once over and make sure he was good enough for me (blah gotta love the big brother act). But the universe in its infinite wisdom decided to throw a hurricane at me and due to some evacuations, I had to end my vacation early (by about half) and go home without seeing Buddy. So we planned to try again later this year....
But now that will never happen.
Buddy had been in the hospital for a month with double pneumonia when he died and a couple of weeks later a friend of his was going through his phone and found an entry for 'kitty kat' (his um pet name for me). No one realized it was me, it was a private thing between us. He did a corny Pepi la pue accent and would always greet me with "ello kitty kat"... Don't ask. Fortunately the friend called me anyway.
Now my Buddy is gone and even though we ended every phone call with 'love you' it still doesn't seem like enough. He knew I loved him and I know he loved me but I still wish I could have told him one more time.
Buddy had been with me through rough break-ups, new loves, moving, quitting smoking, gaining weight, losing weight, infertility treatments, starting my own business, getting married, getting separated... Through 14 years of life's ups and downs.
The moral here... Even if you're divided by a continent or ocean. Do everything you can to keep in touch and see your friends. Tell them how much they mean to you and never assume that there will be a 'next time' you just never know where life will take you. I imagine every day is the last... Is there someone that you would want to see or talk to... Well.. what are you waiting for?
My friend Buddy and I we're no lie, like peanut butter and jelly. We met when he came in to my company for an interview and we both knew the moment we met that we were already friends.
Buddy loved to dance. For about a year we went clubbing twice a month at this little club in Delaware called the renaissance (sadly no longer open). Every so often we'd hit Woody's in Philly for a change of pace. We were amazing dance partners, perfect heights, totally intuitive and comfortable. We even had our own song, "Alway Be My Baby'" by Mariah Carey. When it got played we would scream and run for the dance floor and then ham it up (ala Fred & Ginger) as we belted it out to each other. Other patrons usually moved a foot away from us at that point :)
He eventually left our company for greener pastures and moved to NY and though we saw each other a bit less, we still talked and got together when ever we could and let me tell you, the dancing in NY was fab (hello, um... Can you say Shampoo?)
Fast forward a few years and a few jobs later, Buddy moved to sunny Florida where he had family. Now here's the toughie, its not so easy to pick up and run to FL to hang. Grrrr. I really needed to get a private jet....
For the last few years we didn't get to see each other face to face. All of our contact was via the phone and we slipped into a once every couple of months to check on each other, and every holiday and birthday. The calls were always marathons to tell each other every little thing that had happened since the last time we talked.
Last year in October I went to Florida for vacation and had plans to see Buddy. It was a pretty big deal, cause I wanted to introduce him to my new beau (who's family has a place down there) Buddy of course wanted to give him the once over and make sure he was good enough for me (blah gotta love the big brother act). But the universe in its infinite wisdom decided to throw a hurricane at me and due to some evacuations, I had to end my vacation early (by about half) and go home without seeing Buddy. So we planned to try again later this year....
But now that will never happen.
Buddy had been in the hospital for a month with double pneumonia when he died and a couple of weeks later a friend of his was going through his phone and found an entry for 'kitty kat' (his um pet name for me). No one realized it was me, it was a private thing between us. He did a corny Pepi la pue accent and would always greet me with "ello kitty kat"... Don't ask. Fortunately the friend called me anyway.
Now my Buddy is gone and even though we ended every phone call with 'love you' it still doesn't seem like enough. He knew I loved him and I know he loved me but I still wish I could have told him one more time.
Buddy had been with me through rough break-ups, new loves, moving, quitting smoking, gaining weight, losing weight, infertility treatments, starting my own business, getting married, getting separated... Through 14 years of life's ups and downs.
The moral here... Even if you're divided by a continent or ocean. Do everything you can to keep in touch and see your friends. Tell them how much they mean to you and never assume that there will be a 'next time' you just never know where life will take you. I imagine every day is the last... Is there someone that you would want to see or talk to... Well.. what are you waiting for?
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