Changes abrewin'...

Alright, I promised my sister that I would really get to blogging again.So here goes;) So, I am going through some life changes. I am looking to make some major changes and am a little bit scared of the consequences of said actions. I am potentially looking to changes jobs for half the money I make now, which brings me to my point. At what point in our lives do we choose happiness and peace of mind over time and money. So my current job stresses me out like crazy, in fact i feel a pit in my stomach every day, I am physically ill from it. Im not respected and everyone loves to take their turn throwing me under the bus, which is amazing times, good thing I have insurance.Its like im on that ride at the fair that everyone throws up on but that everyone wants a turn at. On the other hand, I work from home, I have flexible hours and good pay. The question I have had to ask myself is, will it be worth it to leave, is my sanity worth it? Honestly, I have to say yes. I dont want to get to 40 or 50 years old and look back at my stuff and say dang I wish I would have been happy. Dont get me wrong, i have bills and its going to be sooo tight for me but being able to sleep at night and not want to pull a thelma and louise might make it worth it. In other news, it was an interesting beauty business weekend. A client actually came in and told one of our girls that she didnt want her help because she was ugly. Thats so awful. This coming from a woman who looks like a tiger becuase she has had one too many facelifts and she has had so many lip injections that she cant close her mouth. So I suggested to the associate that she sell her some tightning serum for her face and tell her that she looked like she could use it:) hahaha...Of course we wouldnt do that...or would we? haha....Until next time,

ME

Back(fat) again

Alright so I havent posted to this blog in a long time but I decided it was high time I started to write again. So, you might have guessed I am still struggling with my weight. I am working out now trying to train for a marathon. I know what you're thinking...Angela, are you frickin' crazy? You will die a thousand deaths, you might as well just have the asthma attack now and save yourself the entry fee. Well, I am doing it! I have to. It benefits the women of the congo and it is called run for the congo. it is supposed to be in Phoenix in November so I have plenty of time to die a thousand deaths and be reincarnated as an inshape, amazing, asthma free runner with a firm butt and thighs that dont rub together......Sorry I fell asleep for a moment...Moving on...So speaking of thighs, the other day a woman came in to my 2nd job which we will call the Anti- Ultuh(spelled incorrectly on purpose). She was asking for this product we sale called fat girl slim. It's this cream, that supposedly if rubbed on your thighs gets rid of cellulite..oh wait, excuse me..reduces the appearance of said cellulite. So I show her where its at and she looks at me and says " this is for skinny girls too you know..not just girls like you" And in my mind i went...Screeching record..what the &*^&%? who says something like that? I didnt even have time to be offended because I was too focused on the embarassment I had for her and for the stares she was getting from those around her. Well, I looked at her and said" actually cellulite is genetic, you can be nichole ritchie thin and still have cellulite, its based on genetics not body type" and then I threw a pie at her face...okay that last part didnt happen but if I had had a pie I may have considered it for 2 secs:) It cracks me up the things that we are asked in the beauty industry. I am all about education and helping people feel beautiful, but its times like those that make me pull my hair out and have to use a hair serum to grow it back..haha..it's a vicious cycle..unitl next time,

Me

Suck it in People, Suck it in!

I am waiting in line to board my plane and of course, I am in the last group to board because, of course, I checked in late. So I get on the plane and get an aisle seat which is a refreshing surprise.I grab my seatbelt and click it easily into the slot and thought" wow, that's different". I didn't really think that the 20 lbs I have lost would make that much of a difference but I was wrong. It reminded me of lamer times when flight attendants would scan the cabin looking for the elusive seat belt hider. You know who you are..You cant quite fit in the seatbelt..even with it all the way extended and you are lifting up and sucking in and trying to place it between rolls just to get it on, just for take off. The flight attendant comes towards you and you begin to sweat, you are hoping she doesn't ask " do you need an extender belt?" She asked....You politely say no and are trying to get your belt on, she comes by and asks again and you are once again humiliated. Finally after the third attempt you get the belt on.. you are relieved but can't breath.This was my trip to Estonia in November. European airline seatbelts are smaller because well, let's be honest Americans are fat and so seatbelts are a little bigger for us.This entire thought process was triggered by a very large gentleman who began the journey of finding a seat as he boarded my plane. It was going to be a middle seat because all of the others were taken and I could see the faces of the folks as he passed them. Trying to avert their eyes so that he wouldn't sit next to THEM.Finally finding the two skinniest people in the plane to sit next to so that the overflow wouldn't be too much of a burden. Then doing the seatbelt extender dance and ultimately having to ask for the extender. It is for this reason and many others that I am continuing my journey of weight loss. I have seen those looks , I have experienced the humiliation and I will have it no more:).....Here's to seeing less of me and more of you!

Ang

Am I 80 Years Old??

So I recently came across a blog talking about Christmas gifts. It seems this woman was given a moomoo as a present and wondered what her family was thinking. Did she somehow age 60 years overnight? it really got me thinking. When I go shopping for clothes it is obviously not as easy as walking into an average mall store.I have to go and sell my soul at lane bryant or sell my plasma to shop at torrid, just to get something that semi fits me and doesn't look like I am wearing a hefty bag.I could shop the catalogs and turn myself into an 80 year old lady and wear a 10$ moomoo but I think that would make me really lazy albeit attractive:)It also seems that every woman in Arizona is my size. I go to the racks and what's available..The smallest size and the largest size..nothing in the moderately sized medium. So either I try to squeeze my butt into the small and look like im in sausage casing or go for the larger size and am back to the moomoo, only for 50$ more.I am going to open a store called cheap clothes for chubby chicks. I think I could make a killing.I refuse to be 80 years old, so I will just have to suck it up and pay the man until I am once again able to shop at cheap clothes for skinny chicks:) Here's to another day closer to being healthy. Hoping to see more of you and less of me.

Angela

Howdy

Howdy- I will soon have my blog up and running. Stay tuned for stories from the fat vault and news of my weight loss. Ciao!