Baby Got Back

Jun

Waiting for Tonight

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Back when I was a starter wife I lived in Westchester for a few years.

Ahh, the things you do for love.

That was back when everyone around me owned a Lexus LS, Tiffany jewelry, the same style Movado watch and a Nextel phone that went click click on my frickin nerves.

Yea, real independent thinkers there.

I’ve since moved back home to Manhattan, began a different life and very seldom look back at the time I like to call “Duh, you married a Teamster!”

Except when I come across the photos I had to fight my second husband in order to keep… and then I stroll down memory lane. It’s usually pleasant.

Strolling through the few years in suburbia when I carried kate spade is one thing. Putting on a DVF dress and walking right back into it is another thing.

Even years after my suburban life came crashing down; I feel stress at the thought of going back there.

Back into what I have worked so very hard to move on from.

I always knew the day (or night) would come when I’d have to socialize in Westchester again.

So tonight, I’m going back.

It’s been years. I didn’t exactly leave Westchester the ideal way. And I definitely have some feelings about the people and place that taught me some fine life lessons.

But because my Maid of Honor is a dear friend and still lives there, I’ll be there tonight.

Scar tissue and all.

I keep wondering if I will see people from my old life.

And if they will be kind when they see the extra twenty pounds that have joined me in my new life.

Wish me luck. Tonight I’m moving backwards.

Except this time, I’m carrying Marc Jacobs and wearing YSL.

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Next stop – Tomorrow will be spent in Chelsea Market and the Meat Packing district for most of the day. Expect some interesting tweets.

Car Song – “Salvation” by The Cranberries “Inject your soul with liberty — its free.”

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May

Bursting at the Seams

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standing up

My name is Victoria and I have a problem.

A really big fat one.

This morning when I stepped on the scale, it became very clear to me. (It’s probably been clear to my friends for some time now.)

I’ve been overeating.

And my weight has become a problem.

A problem to the tune of over 20 pounds.

I now weigh more than I did when I left the hospital after having Harrison two years ago.

I have noticed my body looking different in the mirror but I’ve been traveling for work and not really thinking about my weight. Because well, I was working and just thinking about getting the job done well. And after working really long days, if something tasted really good, why not let myself eat all of it off my plate? After working really hard, why not enjoy dessert.

Everyone who travels on business, knows eating right while traveling is ever easy. It’s not like I don’t know what I should be doing. I know the healthiest dining options are the ones you can control - like meals from your own kitchen. I know portion sizes for one shouldn’t be able to feed a family of four.

Its not like I’ve been eating Big Macs and drinking Big Gulps either. In fact, I’ve been having neither. I don’t even eat fried food. Or fast food. But the (get ready for the excuses) editor lunches, product launches and work dinners are getting to me and I’m packing on the pounds because I’m not eating healthy foods in moderation.

I’m so embarrased. After seeing the number on the scale I wanted to cry. And as I write this, I keep telling myself if I don’t write it and ask for help, I will continue on this unhealthy path I am on. And this makes me want to cry.

How could I let myself go? Especially knowing I’m in the wrong career to be overweight not be able to fit into my wardrobe. And especially since I can’t buy an entire new work wardrobe along with new clothes to wear when I don’t have five pounds of HD TV makeup on my face.

And now I’m even worried that this new body size of mine is stretching out the clothing in my old size and ruining those clothes. I can’t believe I’ve let this happen. This is the dumbest thing I’ve ever done. And trust me, I’ve done dumb a plenty.

I need someone who knows and loves me to intervene (can you ask for an intervention?) because I am clearly not strong enough to wake up and stop on my own even after seeing the number on the scale. I need help from friends, family, people I don’t even know. Anyone with a heart. Someone who has been here before.

I don’t even know what to ask you to do. If you see me drinking anything besides water just remind me how I feel today. I won’t get upset. If you see me eat something besides celery at an event would you please scowl at me. I need all the help I can get with this weight loss.

Stop being my friend by pretending I look good when you know my middle name has become Orca overnight. Be my friend and realize if I get a phone call about my weight being an issue again, I’m going to be living on your couch with my kidlets. Yeah, you don’t want that. Because then I will be all mopey about losing work and just eat everything out of your cupboards more because I’m unemployed, stressed and worried.

And now because what is life without a bit of irony - I won a trial membership from New York Sports Club yesterday just by spinning a prize wheel outside the gym. I wasn’t on my way inside the gym. Was walking by with Miss Nat while doing errands. I’m going to walk into the gym on Friday morning. Hopefully it will be the beginning of me getting back on track.

I’ll be honest. I’m so lazy when it comes to fitness. I’m getting older and I can’t rely on what everyone says is good genes to let me ignore my health. I always thought I could eat whatever I wanted and not have to go into a gym and work or go on a diet to be the size I was happy to be. Those days are over.

I’m Fat. So help me. Somehow. Some way. Pretty please. I’ll be your best friend. I just don’t want to be your overweight best friend.

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Next stop – Going to look through my clothing for something suitable to wear to the gym on Friday. Not buying new clothes. Should probably read through Naturally Thin also.

Car Song – “Baby Got Back” by Sir Mix A Lot ”Little in the middle but she got much back”