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I work out!

One of my very close friends got me into that song and now I can’t get it out of my head!  Although, I have to say, seeing that guy wiggle his junk is superb motivation for me to work out myself.  Speaking of…my Insanity videos came in the mail and I’m able to do the fit test this morning.  If you hear something about a fat chick who died while doing a work out…that was definitely me.  But, the plan is to do it anyway.  I don’t need to be rock hard or anything, but I wouldn’t mind dropping a few or 30 pounds.

No, but really…I’ll never be one of those teeny tiny girls that I wanted to be in high school, and that’s ok.  I really just want to be healthy for my kids.  And that means that I work out.  Not every day…I’m not trying to win any medals or anything.  Just enough to where I don’t start choking on my own swollen throat when I climb a flight of stairs.  It’s a good thing.  I’ll keep you informed on how the workout goes.  I think I’m gonna be a big ol’ sweaty mess in about 15 minutes.

Fat bitch.

Okay.  So I’ll admit that I’ve been guilty of calling other women fat bitches.  Which really doesn’t make sense, considering I too, am a bitch, and I as well, have a few dimples on my thighs.  Girl on girl crime is on the rise, and ladies, we are all guilty.  I don’t feel that it’s a crime to be fat or a bitch for that matter.  But to deny who and what you are…that is a crime.

I like to maintain reality.  I am one of those friends who you know will tell you the truth.  I’ll tell you if you’re being extra bitchy today.  I’ll call you out if those jeans really do make you look fat.  If you have food in your teeth, I’ll be the one who lets you know. If your husband is an asshole, I’ll probably call him out.

Why are there so many others out there who are the complete opposite?  Women who are so concerned with what society thinks that they can’t embrace their innate bitchiness except behind the backs of everyone else drive me fucking insane. I am taking charge of my bitchiness and putting it out there for you to do the same.  Call me a bitch; it’s what I have printed on my bar key, so don’t worry…I already know.

What’s wrong with being a bitch, as long as I’m an honest bitch?  Who’s with me?