NotBlueAtAll

I'm just a fat gal with a blog and an opinion. Well, lots of opinions.

Inspirationally Rad Fatty Alert: Psycho Sue

April20

My last podcast was with the ever incredible and amazing Psycho Sue! I had no idea at the time how much of an impact that little convo of ours would have on each other and even our readers.

I was ever so delighted to find the song she mentioned writing recently about being rejected for her size in the music industry (BULLSHIT!!!) on her blog. I clicked play and got chills instantly. Though, I must admit, by the end of the song I was bawling my face off. Good stuff, you guys! You don’t even know. Get over there and watch/listen and prepare for awesomeness and inspiration!

And then again to my delight and amazement (I am beginning to believe that this is all she does, amaze me), she started a sewing tutorial video series! Woot! A Total bad ass! I love ya, Sue! Keep doing what you’re doing, because you’re doing it just right! <3

I wish we were neighbors! Oh the shenanigans we would get into?! Ha-ha! And our little puggies would be BFFs and we’d live happily sewing after…Ha-ha! Seriously, I am so glad to have her, and you all here reading, in my life! Thank you!

Podcast Episode Seven: Psycho Sue!!!

April15

It was so nice talking with Psycho Sue of Sew-MisUnderstood.blogspot.com!
If you’re not already reading her blog, get on over there and prepare to be wowed!

Also, you can check out her band’s page TheBackSeatBetties.com

ThreadBanger.com (sewing tutorials)
HerRoom.com (retro shapewear)

We talked sewing and pugs and rocking out and well…just listen and see!  =0)

Podcast Episode 7 Psycho Sue.lite

You may listen to the podcast here on the page (player is below) or on iTunes here or search podcasts for: NotBlueAtAll
(please subscribe if you are able).

Thanks,

S

Self-Care: Vital To My Well-Being

April14

In my last podcast, Golda and I chatted quite a bit about self-care and how important it is. We also discussed the struggles we have in keeping with it. It will be the first thing you toss out the window/give up because it affects no one but you and no one will remind you to do it. Don’t I know it?! Whew! It is something I often preach about (I dislike the word preach, but at this point I think it’s apt), yet even I have a difficult time sticking to it! It’s sad, but very true. Especially when we are stressed, busy, in crisis mode, etc…we drop the one thing that, often, keeps us going.  That funk ‘o mine? Probably due to a complete and utter lack of self-care, y’all! No doubt! (With a healthy side of depression for good luck!)

Sometimes it really is the little things that matter. I realized this on Sunday, while getting all dolled up for the fatshion swap. I remembered how I used to put on make up every day before (or even at) work. How I always felt like I didn’t know what the hell I was doing yet somehow found it almost fun. And the feedback I got (and am still getting) floored me! I am most comfortable without make up and hairspray and pearls, but I like those things, too. I am more than a one dimensional gal, what can I say?

Yesterday I finally got down to brass tacks as they say and did some much needed and long overdue self-care! It is still a bit humbling to speak of my financial status, but I’m owning it anyway. I used to get monthly pedicures and thought nothing of it. Now? *sigh* Now I must DIY anything I can’t buy for less than five bucks. For realz. It just is. So I gave myself a pedicure last night (husband went fishing, no bites sadly). My toe nails were painted and pedicured…TWO months ago! Yikes! My toe nails were long, as you can imagine, and long overdue for attention. I bought that Easy Feet thing (as seen on t.v.) and used that in the shower with my husband’s lovely tea tree body wash. Later, after many more errands and chores were completed, I finally did the whole schpeil. I didn’t get to paint them (couldn’t find my base or top coats), but I did cut, file, trim them and pumiced my heels. WOW! What a difference?!

This also led to my putting up a lil pic I found on Tumblr, to remind myself to floss, like, every day! I floss when I remember and lately that is never.My memory is the worst lately and I’m not sure why (okay, stress is why). Now when I go to the restroom or brush my teeth I see that little comic-gal and her message: “Floss Those Shits” and I giggle and I want to floss! It’s magical, I tell ya! (click pic for original poster on tumblr.)

I do believe, in my great 33 year old wisdom, that self-care is fucking vital to my well-being. I have seen what not doing it can lead to (vicious spirals of sad) and how much better I feel when I’m doing it daily! It’s not always such an undertaking though (and yeah, I consider a pedicure an undertaking). You can do anything for yourself, so long as you enjoy it or it gives you pleasure. It can be as tiny as doing your hair different or wearing a special outfit. It can also be big pampering things or lovely simple things like feeling the breeze or your hair on your bare back (a lovely feeling if you can manage it, I’m growing my hair out to get there again it was that lovely). It doesn’t have to be a big to-do or fuss. In fact I would say it shouldn’t be, but whatever works for you is fine.

It shouldn’t take very long and should fit nicely into your current routine or schedule. I like to use music or just a few quiet minutes in the morning before I open the cafe for business. You can dance, you can sing (or both), you can read a comic book (I recommend “Lenore” she’s my fave)…anything! Cooking, baking, sewing…creative stuff is rad! Or even just buying a new lip gloss or getting a massage from a loved one. All of these things and so much more. But don’t pressure yourself. It defeats the purpose of it, honestly. This isn’t homework or an assignment, this is you doing something for you!

So paint your nails a fun color, let your hair down, wear jeans, or whatever you do that makes you more comfortable or more authentically you! Throw on that Salt ‘N Pepa song (“Tramp” just came on my iPod and is taking me waaaaay back!) and let the music take control, let the music move you! (Ha-ha!) Or you know what? Just daydream for fuck’s sake! How often do we get to do that these days? But most of all, enjoy it! And don’t forget to do it (if you can help it).

Thanks,
<3
S

TMI Tuesday! Everyone’s Favorite!

February1

I hadn’t planned on a TMI post today, but since a fabulous friend called me “The Queen of TMI” last week, well, that sort of sealed the deal.

Let’s see, we’ve discussed our lady bits, toilet/bathroom issues, sex, masturbation, positions…What’s left? Oh! I know!

Stuff I’ve broken with my Fat Ass! I love hearing stories about this and while I only have one major breakage issue, I’d love to hear more, more and MORE! This is the part where I say, “If you know me or would just rather not know personal/TMI things about me, please come back tomorrow” where I’ll be recapping the Second Telesummit for BodyLoveRevolution.com! Woo!

I am sure I have broken more than a thing or two in my life with my fat ass, but for some reason I can only think of one: Toilet Seats!

I’ve actually broken about three or four of them and all within a very short amount of time, I must say. It was a few years ago, before I was fully accustomed to the Fat Acceptance way of thinking, but I was getting there. My husband and I had been living together for ages and while we try not to fart or poop in front of each other (well, at least I don’t) we’re generally quite comfortable talking about everything if not doing whatever it is in front of the other.

One night when I got home from work I went to the restroom to relieve myself (I always have to at least pee the moment I get home, it’s a long drive!), I believe I was doing the wiping bit and I leaned forward a bit too far and heard the worst sound I could have imagined.  The sound of plastic snapping in a thuddish sort of way at the same time. The toilet seat had broken. “Oh shit! What the hell?” I thought. “What am I going to do?” Panic! Pant-pant, eyes darting around tiny room…”Fuck!” Nothing to be done. I tried to sort of mush it back together a bit. It was like a fiber/particle board with a plastic coating over it so the fibers did sort of stay together with the mushing. At some point it had registered that it was my giantess ass (I love the word giantess) that did this major act of destruction and I had to hide it until I could replace it the following day.

The trouble was that I had a hell of a time getting the old one off. Who knows how long it had been stuck on there?! But I sheepishly headed to my local hardware store (OSH for inquiring minds) and picked a cheap, but sturdy looking model. I sped home and installed the new one. Husband noticed but only said, “Cool.” and nothing more. I think I had some story about having to step onto the seat to reach some make-up or something off of a shelf. Ha! I always ask him to reach things for me, so he must have known. Oh well. Not two days later I broke the new one. This time the husband went with me to the hardware store (it is as much if not more a girl’s best friend than a diamond I tell ya). We chose a slightly more expensive and somewhat sturdier looking one this time. Got it all installed and seemed just fine.

A week later? Yep, I broke it! “For fuck’s sake!” was heard shouted from the bathroom. It seemed to me at this point that all toilet seats were vulnerable to the magnitude of my gargantuan ass! (Those last two words said in the character of the father from “So I Married An Axe Murderer.”) Also, they all seemed to be constructed of the same thing and in the same way. Thing is? None have a weight rating and at this point I had figured that it wasn’t simply my weight, but the major lean forward I do to stay extra clean ‘n fresh while wiping my bits. Hmm…I went to a couple of stores this time and selected what I thought would have to be the sturdiest model that didn’t have weird decor on it. (Have you see the clear ones with the fish? Or glitter? Honestly?! Ridiculous!) And the craziest part yet? It never broke! It’s probably still at our old apartment and lookin’ hella fine, too! I chose a nice one with shiny steel hardware. So classy!

So, what have you broken with your fat ass? I am dying to know! Have fun with it. No hatin’! Y’all know the rules by now.  =0)

Also, feel free to discuss other TMI topics. I am still talking about the masturbating post with people. Bring it on!

Thanks,
<3
S

Tonight! Tonight! Body Love Wellness Telesummit!

January25

Have you registered yet? I’ll be on there with a heap of other fabulous fats! Come, join us! =0)  

http://www.bodyloverevolution.com/

Tonight’s Telesummit:

Intuitive Eating & Healing Through Storytelling with Dr. Anita Johnston

Tuesday, January 25th at 8PM EST/7PM CST/6PM MST/5PM PST/3PM HAST/1AM London/Noon Sydney

And be sure to read Golda’s blog, always interesting: http://www.bodylovewellness.com/


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