No fat chicks

<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDMqR8fVKhN0V_QhurHjvk1ZSxdlMpOJIsr8c9AK8S0oZTAg5alwjVEqMQ-ZOnlBIe3-vd7L3uK1Kwvo9gSRN-3r86suWLuEiclYQTMmAwedlhL2lIjtXXgD_TGPtR0RMp6YOTJEpNaFoy/s1600-h/no_fat_chicks.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" kt="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDMqR8fVKhN0V_QhurHjvk1ZSxdlMpOJIsr8c9AK8S0oZTAg5alwjVEqMQ-ZOnlBIe3-vd7L3uK1Kwvo9gSRN-3r86suWLuEiclYQTMmAwedlhL2lIjtXXgD_TGPtR0RMp6YOTJEpNaFoy/s320/no_fat_chicks.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>You may be too young to have ever seen this bumper sticker. It was popular in the 80's. I remember the first time I saw it. I couldn't believe someone could be so rude and put this on their car. Usually it was seen on a big 4-wheel drive pickup, with these mud flaps.<br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4GQdM2OR10Lu4bHxlHnz57dVOwJUd3lhT7-tPiMkhHz8LrJPzqyNxeWRcuYdn_wNwgcj8Abdqoi09AYA0F8tT4rMEYvQcxVd1kZfUGWrbxMdmAwaUMl32Oagp_fWDSjApsvYy2zyaTEkw/s1600-h/girl.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" kt="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4GQdM2OR10Lu4bHxlHnz57dVOwJUd3lhT7-tPiMkhHz8LrJPzqyNxeWRcuYdn_wNwgcj8Abdqoi09AYA0F8tT4rMEYvQcxVd1kZfUGWrbxMdmAwaUMl32Oagp_fWDSjApsvYy2zyaTEkw/s320/girl.bmp" /></a></div>When I 'd see the "no fat chicks" bumper sticker my first thought was the person driving the vehicle must be a total moron. I knew if I ever met this person I wouldn't like him.<br /><br />Then I would feel hurt. Hurt because I was a fat chick and some idiot that I didn't even care about didn't like fat chicks. Back then my idea of fat was quite a bit different than it is now. In the 80's I usually weight around 135 to 170. When I'd get up to 170 I thought I was extremely fat. I remember joining Diet Center when I weight 172. At 172 I was mortified I was so fat.<br /><br />Here's the clincher. I apparently don't like fat chicks either because I constantly berate myself for being fat.<br /><br />This morning I weighed myself before getting dressed for the gym. I saw an ugly number on the scale. Up five pounds overnight. I was 174.4 yesterday and 179.4 this morning. My Tanita scales are extremely accurate. I didn't eat five pounds of food yesterday, but maybe I ate too much. Maybe too much salt. Maybe too much exercise (2 1/2 hours).<br /><br />I thought this is such a crazy battle, and I'm sick and tired of fighting my weight. I'm never going to win.<br /><br />I sat down at my vanity to pull my hair into a ponytail before I headed out  for the gym. I looked in the mirror and thought, I'm old and fat and ugly. As soon as I thought this, I realized what a really horrible thing that was  to think about myself. <br /><br />I'm no better than those creepy guys with the "no fat chicks" bumper stickers. Except, I'm worse. I'm saying this to myself, about myself. I definitely have self-esteem issues, but this was a bit more than I normally do. I wouldn't say this to another human being, but I think nothing of saying it to myself.<br /><br />I sat there and stared in the mirror. It's true I'm getting old, 55 in August. There's no getting around it, I'm not a young chickadee anymore. The cute, young guys don't hit on me like they use to, probably because I'm old enough to be their mom, or in some cases, their grandmom.<br /><br />I'm definitely overweight, technically I'm obese. Yet as I looked at myself, I noticed the squareness of my shoulders, and the muscles in my neck. When I lifted my arms overhead to pull my hair into the ponytail band, I could see the muscles in my arms. Earlier I had noticed how my calves have very defined, strong muscles and are firm. <br /><br />Even though I'm pudgy in some areas and I don't weigh what I want to weigh, I kind of like my body these days. It's strong and tough. It's not fragile or weak. Seriously, how many 54-year old women do you know that can do three sets of eight reps per set of bicep curls with 25-pound dumbbells?<br /><br />So even though I'm not beautiful or skinny or young, I am strong and healthy. Maybe I am a fat chick, and maybe the jerk in the pickup truck that didn't like fat chicks wouldn't like me. I seriously don't care...I like me.<br /><br />~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br /><br />More trees. It's the Pacific Northwest. We have a lot of trees. :) Seen on my walk today at lunch, and the last one is in the Best Buy parking lot in Federal Way, WA.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUH3WAqqiH8Rn-3j4WE-QiJJhjY-f0rM2gMayo6YbgYZdfqNq2RqGxpwguR6YMWIRQnECTBXlsWUS3dcVZLoZbyky9XvZkuWF3GzpKQdI03YRXu-KPTVqnqdZGjWad3SFvG-p3WT0jDXAE/s1600-h/Trees+002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" kt="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUH3WAqqiH8Rn-3j4WE-QiJJhjY-f0rM2gMayo6YbgYZdfqNq2RqGxpwguR6YMWIRQnECTBXlsWUS3dcVZLoZbyky9XvZkuWF3GzpKQdI03YRXu-KPTVqnqdZGjWad3SFvG-p3WT0jDXAE/s640/Trees+002.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDD9ZT8UlyIPnfVqNAur9Vsa6VMnM8D5LsP3h41DfRoqeo9MdgUhZYJLHykMOAMQhl_hJvE-lfs8gY-BVwi_Uagko-z5YSmcw9Zt7K2ixOVuXbwyJGiFbgx7FV_8K9RbnqlDzE4HWWLqAd/s1600-h/Trees+003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" kt="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDD9ZT8UlyIPnfVqNAur9Vsa6VMnM8D5LsP3h41DfRoqeo9MdgUhZYJLHykMOAMQhl_hJvE-lfs8gY-BVwi_Uagko-z5YSmcw9Zt7K2ixOVuXbwyJGiFbgx7FV_8K9RbnqlDzE4HWWLqAd/s640/Trees+003.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgKOzUEL6lIp7cs1xsOQd9Jk5QTm5Gf2uyONG7TxwpsWKz9j5c7ipArFyU8Cm22WPO1FwOmgSRRvW8qz22DA6szqNi9PYAwV6y1H9MXIeKeHo-Q_iK_JE5y1fvdxsd0RM69CcNCOyDUB_X/s1600-h/Trees+007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" kt="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgKOzUEL6lIp7cs1xsOQd9Jk5QTm5Gf2uyONG7TxwpsWKz9j5c7ipArFyU8Cm22WPO1FwOmgSRRvW8qz22DA6szqNi9PYAwV6y1H9MXIeKeHo-Q_iK_JE5y1fvdxsd0RM69CcNCOyDUB_X/s640/Trees+007.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8DbmyxgF3BqpZksPFgjVI2tQZ9LWB2-l5Tg2ItU_2HrOvPAVXilxRolLOdbSQP_2wRNOyqzqX9yveJuhmPu8duHuMMu2GOCYgz7g40Rmp2g5mqT3eo_fOxjtOr7vGzPtGwmKbFP4-sZKs/s1600-h/Trees+008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" kt="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8DbmyxgF3BqpZksPFgjVI2tQZ9LWB2-l5Tg2ItU_2HrOvPAVXilxRolLOdbSQP_2wRNOyqzqX9yveJuhmPu8duHuMMu2GOCYgz7g40Rmp2g5mqT3eo_fOxjtOr7vGzPtGwmKbFP4-sZKs/s640/Trees+008.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfsrhRUznkO5srszvgJNZtAqMi68UOZTe1W175U_NCM8vJl421paC8xVuuIphbwR0pOGQWW-zsaF2qrpVIdQt2AoVmr8IAebwnx_BM861na-WJptYl-0cRRAYMo9qvAT_EfyOT4dujAO9O/s1600-h/Trees+011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" kt="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfsrhRUznkO5srszvgJNZtAqMi68UOZTe1W175U_NCM8vJl421paC8xVuuIphbwR0pOGQWW-zsaF2qrpVIdQt2AoVmr8IAebwnx_BM861na-WJptYl-0cRRAYMo9qvAT_EfyOT4dujAO9O/s400/Trees+011.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIdN7xMFVc9vLjMATDfif8mGLQDBgplQquD2rl4a_knRD6YpZBSQxhDqI7Gke1rwmy5UC0tZ8XUrQd417QxYrUfCqYOIriIQi11An4Sdugp0Sbf7vx5LFkTfEEQXqlbJLtaXBDkXDvcYDV/s1600-h/Trees+012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" kt="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIdN7xMFVc9vLjMATDfif8mGLQDBgplQquD2rl4a_knRD6YpZBSQxhDqI7Gke1rwmy5UC0tZ8XUrQd417QxYrUfCqYOIriIQi11An4Sdugp0Sbf7vx5LFkTfEEQXqlbJLtaXBDkXDvcYDV/s640/Trees+012.JPG" width="480" /></a></div>

No fat chicks

You may be too young to have ever seen this bumper sticker. It was popular in the 80's. I remember the first time I saw it. I couldn't believe someone could be so rude and put this on their car. Usually it was seen on a big 4-wheel drive pickup, with…

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