Tuesday, July 30, 2013
The recipe tells us to use 3-4 boneless skinless chicken breasts, thawed. So I dig around in my deep freeze and came up with a package of 3 giant chicken breasts on the bone with skin. That’ll do.
I sat them on the stove to thaw and decided to leave them out all night, requesting that Mike put them in the fridge in the morning before work. They might not thaw if I don't. However the food police in my head told me to put them into the fridge to thaw the rest of the night, so I did. The next day, sure as the world, I had three lovely, still frozen chicken breasts. Whateve’s. I threw them into the crock pot with a small amount of water, breaking them apart first. Put on the lid and turned it on high.
3 1/2 hours later, I came back and took the chicken out of the pot, allowing them to cool, while I poured off the fat and liquid that had cooked out of them. I then deboned them and kind of cubed and shredded them. Back into the crock pot they went.
So um, chickeny.
Next I mixed together the 3/4c BBQ sauce, 3/4c orange marmalade, and 2 TBS of soy sauce. I did not have the suggested Sweet Baby Ray’s so I substituted with KC Masterpiece Hickory Brown Sugar. It was a good move.
At first I thought I couldn’t use a picture of name a brand product, so I took the picture with the bottle turned around. Then I read up on image’s and found out that if you link back to the company website, they don’t mind as it is free advertising to them. (See hyperlink above.)
Pour the sauce over the chicken, give it a stir, cover and let her cook for another 30 minutes. I also added a little bit of water too. It was the right thing to do.
I served the dish with white rice and steamer green beans. Doesn’t look like much, but it was delicious! I would totally recommend this to anyone who loves a sweet BBQ chicken.
How to Be A Fat Bitch #1: You Are Not Giving Up.
Assignment: Write down 5 things that you are going to do that make you happy. Not "even though you are fat" but because you are fat and awesome. 5 things that have nothing to do with trying for the sake of others. 5 things for yourself and your well being. Like "go out dancing and actually dance", "throw away my scale", "make something yummy and bring it to work to share", "join a yoga class" and "wear that tight leopard skirt". Blog it, Instagram it, Tweet it (#fatbitchecourse, #nearsightedowl), etc. and share it in the comments below. EXTRA CREDIT: Do some of them!
2. Make a habit of walking an hour a day or riding my stationary bike.
3. Sort out and build my blog.
4. Read more.
5. Write every day.
Discussion: How do you deal with people that make assumptions about you based on being fat? Is the best revenge to live well and be happy? How do you feel about the concept of there being a "good fatty" and a "bad fatty" perceived in society?
I haven’t experienced any obvious, blatant, assumptions being made about me in regards to what I can or cannot do based my weight in any recent memory. However, I often wonder if people correlate their perception of my intelligence with my weight. I am not certain it happens, but it has crossed my mind. If I were to experience some in-my-face sizeism, my first instinct is to immediately internalize the entire situation. Then I will start up my mental merry go round, putting a piece of the incident on each and every horse on the damn thing, turn it on and let it run. Sometimes for hours, days, weeks at a time, depending on the severity of the situation. If a trusted loved one is around, they will be lucky enough to get to listen to me dissect the situation ad nauseum. It is a fruitless endeavor. I should take up running, maybe that would help.
I didn’t know there was such a concept as being a “good fatty” and a “bad fatty”. For those of you who also don’t know, here’s the skinny. A “good fatty” is a fatty who is trying. Trying to lose weight. All. The. Time. As long as they are dieting, exercising, working at losing weight, and apologizing to the world for being fat, they are a “good fatty”. A “bad fatty” is someone who does none of these things. Especially not apologizing for existing. In my opinion, those fatty’s are the best fatty’s on the planet. I am proud to finally be one of them.
Yes. The best revenge is to live well and be happy. (Or to put fire ants in their sock drawer.)
Monday, July 29, 2013
Anyhoo. We started out our Sunday, sleeping in. *sigh* (I set my alarm. I ignored my alarm. Jesus is gonna have a bone to pick with me if I keep standing him up.) Then we got up and Mike did this:
He posted it on Facebook! Hilarity ensued. He’s been getting on to me because I am glued to my phone lately. It’s a sad addiction. Pathetic really. He’s amusedly irritated that he can’t get me to look at him when he is talking because I am always looking at my phone. So he thought if he strapped his phone to his head, advertising free shoes, it would get my attention. Unfortunately for him, he chose the creepiest picture he took, making him look like he was trying to lure women into a back ally for some “free shoes”. Thank goodness HE started this one so all bets were off in the joke slinging extravaganza.
Later, after getting a resounding “No!” when I initially asked, Mike and I took a walk to the Library to return a couple of books. Once outside, we took a few pictures.
Wanting to get a good shot of the huge color clash between my hair and my shirt, I asked Mike to take a few pictures. In looking through what he took, I found one that is a full body shot. I don’t usually take pictures of my whole self and would never put one online. No way, no how! “I’m a fatty, no one wants to see that.”, I’d tell myself. I also don’t want my intelligence to be discounted, which happens sometimes when it wasn't known before that you were over weight. So I would try to keep most of my body hidden. But I am changing. Who I am as a person is going through a Phase Shift, if you will. I don’t know if it’s my age or what. (38 if you must know.) Things are just changing and I am rather happy about it. One of those changes is that it is time to be happy in my skin. It is why I am doing the “How to Be a Fat Bitch” ecourse. I want to love all of who I am, my body included. I can’t afford to “wait until I finally lose weight” to love my body. Why should I? So here is something I never would have done before. Here is a full body picture of me, looking at Mike, the way I look at him, no posing at good angles, no shot taken from above, just the full on natural me.
Here is a picture of Mike on a mound. More mound than Mike I suppose. Don’t the clouds look photo shopped?
On our way back, we took a different route and came across these berries. I can’t for the life of me, remember what they are called, but they look like blackberries and grow on trees. They have a sweet taste when they are completely black, otherwise their flavor is a mixture of sweet and tart. They stain your fingers a nice wine color. I kept picking them off the trees and eating them; talking about how good they were; trying to get Mike to try one, perplexed at why he didn’t. Finally I just said, “Here, try this.” and kind of put it in front of his mouth. He tried it and said it was good. Then he launches into this story about how his uncles used to go raspberry and blackberry picking. They would eat them while they picked them, as you do, not thinking a thing about it. When they got home gramma says, “Don’t eat those, we have to wash them first!” One of his uncles didn’t wash his and upon eating a ripe delicious raspberry, an ant crawled out and bit his tongue! Gee thanks, Mike! Suddenly feeling right stupid after hearing this wise tale, I explained to him that I grew up playing in the woods by myself day in and day out, eating all the blackberries I could find, picking them right off the bush and popping them into my mouth. It never occurred to me to wash them, which is why I probably unthinkingly reverted to that behavior today. Never again. Mike, wisened killer of impulsive behavior.
Sunday, July 28, 2013
Aren’t you so in love with it! I did a craptastic job of coloring it, but I am still so happy with the out come. It is a bit streaky and uneven, with blonde showing here and there, but I feel so…beautiful. It’s amazing what a little change will do for a person. Funny thing is, we are planning to go to church in the morning, for the first time, if I can get my arse out of bed. Totally suck at that. I am determined. With purple hair! Hey, I can worship God and chill out with Jesus with purple hair. =P
Mike is a wonderful husband, as he helped me do my hair and is willing to be seen in church with me like this. Gotta love him!
Have a wonderful Sunday, y’all!
Saturday, July 27, 2013
but I am back now, still participating in the 30 Day Challenge. I am also still working on the first lesson in the ecourse. Hopefully by the end of the weekend, I will have it completed.
Yesterday was a beautiful day with cool winds. I spent a large part of the evening sitting outside enjoying the weather and the furry wild life. I got to feeding a squirrel from the lid of the Trail Mix container. Once it got brave enough, it ate a few nuts and dried fruits, then stole an M&M and hauled ass up the tree with it! Squirrel was like, “Ain’t nobody getting’ my M&M!”
Had a brave little rabbit come and investigate the lid as well. It ate a nut or two then hopped off.
Mike brought some hamburgers home from Fareway and we sat, grilled, and chatted. I also talked to my momma for a bit.
All in all, it was a beautiful evening.
Thursday, July 25, 2013
I am late on making today’s post for the 30 Day Challenge. Time can get away from you sometimes.
Had a nice evening at the park with with a friend. We got Sno Cones and chatted happily for awhile. The shade, mild temperatures, and icy goodness made for a chilly evening.
Also, giant fly swatter at the Dollar Store. What?!
If you will notice, the blog layout and design is going through some changes. It is a work in progress. I now have a way to subscribe by email and have added a couple of buttons to things blog related, that I am participating in or will be shortly. I will add things over the next several days or weeks as the case may be.
Tomorrow’s post will very likely explain the “How To Be A Fat Bitch” button. It’s an ecourse on body acceptance. I am excited to see where it will take me.
Oh, and this is going to happen.
Tuesday, July 23, 2013
I let someone down today, I believe. I realized too late the days date and now I feel so shitty. I should have set a reminder in my calendar.
Made that To Do list yesterday; started the one project I forgot to put on the list. Hey, at least I accomplished something. And I did the dishes, most of them.
I hate screwing up.
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Monday, July 22, 2013
To Do Before The End Of The World:
To Do Before Autumn:
That is as realistic a time frame as I can manage. Because, laziness.
Clean out closet.
-Sell clothes from clean out on Facebook
Clean out giant box ‘o shoes.
-Sell shoes on Facebook
-Organize remaining shoes in plastic shoe boxes from the dollar store.
Create new seller account on Amazon.
Go through book shelves
-Sell any books that have been read and do not have a sentimental hold on me.
-Sell any books that no longer seem interesting.
Completely reorganize my tiny ass kitchen.
-Take dishes out of cabinets and display them on the metal shelving unit.
-Take all the pantry items off metal shelving unit and
-Become extraordinary home chef. (This may
Find a better arrangement for my living room/dining room so I can have a sewing space that is not a take down/put up when needed. Also a space for this awesome orange chair.
Eat healthier. (Don’t laugh, it’s srs biz.)
Clean, organize and redecorate our bedroom.
Generally clean All The Things.
Okay, maybe trying to get all this done by Autumn is not very realistic, but Imma give it my best effort. Probably.
Sunday, July 21, 2013
So, I was reading Christina Rosalie the other day and came across this:
I am hoping this will get me into the habit of writing and blogging every day, if even only for a few moments. If you are a blogger, journalist, writer of any kind, I challenge you as well. One paragraph a day for 30 days. Extend the challenge to 90 days if you like. Make it a habit. A way to spice up your day, something to look forward too. A way to give yourself a voice. Have fun! Be funny! Be sad. Be introspective. Share anecdotes. Write for your eyes only, write for everyone. Therapize yourself, work out yo’ sh*t. Write!
Saturday, July 20, 2013
"Be the change you wish to see in the world." - Ghandi
If nothing else, in the end, at least you know you made the effort to make things better. This, I have found, can bring so much peace.