My One Simple Way To Avoid Girl Scouts At The Grocery Store Entrance…


Yep, it’s that time again when we see these little jerks kiddos at the grocery store entrance selling boxes of Thin Mints, Peanut Butter Patties/Tagalongs, etc. Sure, for most of the people who don’t gain weight just by walking through the frozen foods section, a little Girl Scout table at the front entrance of a grocery store is no big deal.

However, for those of us who see those little minty nuggets of goodness from the parking lot, all we can think of is the delicious taste of the first Thin Mint to hit our lips. Let’s face it, there is NOTHING thin about these mints. N-O-T-H-I-N-G!

As to not get sucked in to the Girl Scout abyss, I prepare ahead of time. I turn off my cell phone so it doesn’t make any noise and I put my car keys in my purse. I lock the car and I head towards the entrance. With the cell phone to my ear, I start talking to myself about anything that may sound important. I usually go with, “The files have been in the office for three weeks.” I say it loud enough so the girls who have locked their eyes on me realize that I am in the middle of a conversation and will not interrupt me to ask if I want to buy their cookies.

The same goes for leaving the grocery store, because yes… they will lock eyes on you again as you leave the check out stand and wait to pounce as you are quickly walking by. Unless, of course,  you are on a cell phone talking about the files that have been left at the office.

There you go friends!

1- Turn your cell phone off

2- Place phone to ear

3- Talk about something important as you walk by the Girl Scout table

4- You have successfully bypassed another diet roadblock

You’re welcome!




People Will Hurt You…

People will hurt you and all that matters is how you react to that hurt.

I want to make something perfectly clear when you hurt me, I get stronger. I don’t assume the fetal position and wait for the storm to pass. I learned long ago that you stand up for yourself and you don’t allow people to treat you poorly.

Yes, I have a weight issue, but that doesn’t mean I left my self esteem, pride and morals at the All-U-Can eat buffet. People have medical, personal or financial issues and some have struggles that we may never begin to understand. They had to adapt and overcome those struggles and maybe just maybe they made it through by eating more than they should have. Maybe they survived a death of a loved one by stuffing their face with carbs, sweets, sugars, sodas or anything else that might be bad for them, but in turn saved them from giving up on themselves or life as they know it.

I don’t point my finger at someone who has PTSD and shame them for having their issues. Their issues may not add twenty, thirty or sixty pounds to their frame, but that doesn’t mean they aren’t fighting every day to be a better person.

In turn, don’t point your finger at me and blame me for being fat. I get it. I see it everyday and I certainly don’t need a reminder.  Someone said this today and I wanted to post it here…

“Step into my shoes and walk the life I’m living – and if you get as far as I am, just maybe you will see how strong I really am.”

Sometimes it helps to know that we’re not alone. You’re not alone and I’m not alone. If someone has an issue with you or shares your issues with other people, use their weakness for your strength!




Need Inspiration?

While learning new and healthy ways of eating, I came across this amazing gadget called the Paderno Spiralizer at Williams Sonoma. It was if I had just brought home a new born baby. I cried with excitement, then I carefully removed the spiralizer from the box and cleaned each piece. (Okay I didn’t really cry, but I would think people cry a lot when they bring home a newborn.)

Anyhow, I searched Pinterest for several Spiralizer recipes and started on my spiralizing journey to healthy eating and weight loss. In one week of eating “Zoodles” instead of regular pasta, I dropped a pant size and had more energy.

Some of you may think this is old news, but for a newbie such as myself, I wanted to share my new found love.

Sorry pasta but we’re breaking up for good! 🙂


Life Is A Bento Box…How Do You Fill Yours?

BentoBoxWhen I first began my weight loss journey, I had to learn (and continue to learn) about portion control. One of the greatest gadgets to help someone who literally always sees the pie tin half empty instead of half full, is the bento box.

The origin of the bento can be traced back to the late Kamakura Period (1185 to 1333), when cooked and dried rice called hoshi-ii was developed. In the Azuchi-Momoyama Period (1568 to 1600), wooden lacquered boxes like today’s were produced and bento would be eaten during a hanami or a tea party.

When it comes to food and life I have noticed the contents of my bento boxes have changed dramatically over the past several years. When starting out I would try to shove as much food as possible into one little compartment of the bento box. Then I would cram in some dessert and any other disgusting food I could find. To secure the lid, I would need a roll of duct tape. Okay, maybe the duct tape is an exaggeration, but its pretty darn close.

While we all make choices every second of our lives, I chose to stop settling for less and to strive for more. I gradually began to make changes to my bento box. I would replace the cheeseburger with a grilled breast of chicken. The fries became a mixed salad and the dessert was fresh fruit.

As I began to notice the changes in my food related bento box, I could see a dramatic shift in my lifestyle bento box. What was once filled with negative toxic people were eventually replaced with positive, loving people. Instead of sitting on the couch surfing Pinterest, I  would go for a long walk. I realized that difficult choices create small changes that lead to positive results.

As I do every day, I will wake up this Thursday (hopefully) and be grateful for all that I have. I will continue to cherish my friends who are also my family. I will appreciate the genuine happiness and laughter that fills my home. I will be grateful for the smallest things that so many take for granted. And yes, after the food has been eaten and the dishes are done, I will make sure my bento boxes are full of nothing but the good stuff!

Happy Thanksgiving!




Giving Up Flour & Sugar Is Ruff!


Over the past several years I have written about my different experiences with eating certain foods, blending smoothies and cutting out carbs. It’s been interesting to try a specific way of eating to see how my body would or would not react to it.

Now after a lot of trials and errors (ha) and working with my awesome doctor, I think we have found the best approach for me. There are so many different diets out there like Ketogenic, Paleo, Atkins, etc. Everyone has their own success by doing what works best for them. So we have taken little bits from each way of eating and worked it into something that I am able to live with… so far.

One of the main ingredients that I have removed from my food list is flour and sugar. Now you might be thinking the same thing I thought, “Duh, it doesn’t take a genius to figure that out.” However, I didn’t expect how quickly I would see results just by reducing or eliminating those two ingredients. I have also learned how to read labels which is something I never really did. I was shocked to see how many carbs are in a single piece of gum.

Check back often as I will continue to post updates, recipes, and random tricks that I continue to learn along the way.

About the photo above – My friend sent me a picture of her two dogs with the following note attached: “They ate an entire package of cinnamon apple bread mix, ripped into the largest bag of flour you can buy, pasta, and other stuff.  The flour was not the regular one, the HUGE one. That is dough formed in Tashi’s under bite!”

Schooner or Later Being Fat Will Humiliate You

SORBYOCAs I have gained weight I wear yoga pants and long shirts and I make sure my girth is properly covered at all times. So it’s not often that I’m worried that someone will make a mean comment or launch an all out fat assault on me when I walk in the door to an establishment. I usually try to keep as far off the radar as possible, and it’s worked great… until today.

For lunch my husband and I decided to try a local restaurant that was featured on Diners, Drive-In’s and Dives. The place is called Schooner or Later in Long Beach, where apparently it’s the “in” place to be since the wait is often an hour or longer. When we arrived the wait was about twenty-five minutes so we sat in the shade overlooking the boats in the marina. Little did I know that as our name was called, much like Oprah has her “aha” moments, my “Kevin Smith” moment was about to happen. The host, who spoke very little English and hid his petite frame under his over-sized smokey pink sunglasses, showed us to our table. My husband took his seat and as I started to pull out my chair, the host said something in broken English about using the chair. I didn’t understand and I said, “Sure, you can absolutely use it!” He laughed and shook his head as he pointed to me, then back to the chair I was about to sit in, then back to me and then back to the chair one more time for good measure. He said, “You should use this chair, for heavy.” I thought to myself, “For heavy what?” Then it hit me like a swift kick from the Pillsbury doughboy himself… he meant me!

I looked at my husband and he said, “Really? Did that just happen?” I glanced down at the durable plastic chair that I was attempting to sit in then I looked at the metal framed chair that the host suggested I use. I stood there for a moment recalling how I had used the same exact durable plastic chair at a diner that we had previously eaten at. The legs didn’t snap off and I didn’t injure myself that time, so I would absolutely be able to use this chair as well. But I didn’t want to risk it. I didn’t want everyone sitting around us to have a show of the fat girl who busted out the legs on the undurable plastic chair and ended up face down on the deck with her club sandwich splattered all over the place.

So I slowly lowered myself into the metal chair and I wiggled around to see if I was too big for the metal frame. I had more than enough room but I still didn’t want to move. I couldn’t help but think of Kevin Smith on the Southwest Airlines flight. I thought WWKSD? (What Would Kevin Smith Do?) He would tweet the play by play of this moment with some awesome witty comments and his 2.7million followers would back him and spread the word. I slid my phone open to the Twitter icon and realized that my 600 followers wouldn’t give a crap about my issue and I would probably get a re-tweet from some spamming sex bot. Instead I ended up taking a picture of the chair and continued to sit in silence as my husband tried to talk with me.

After the meal was over I couldn’t help but look around at the people who were much larger than me, sitting in the plastic chairs. The 400lb woman next to us gave me the acknowledging “fatty glance” with a partial smile over her chocolate sundae she was gorging on. I smiled back at her with a hint of go f**k yourself. I guess my day had finally arrived where I was the blip or shall I say blimp on the radar and was quickly reminded that I still have a long way to go in my weight loss journey. One thing is for sure, I will be going back and I will sit in every durable plastic chair I can find. Hell, maybe even Kevin Smith and his crew will join me!