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runningshoeI’ve officially converted my kitchen in to a space which has multiple functions: coffee corner, peanut butter station, workout studio.

The table I picked up earlier in the year at IKEA is now the “L” to my desk in the office, the cart which was a floating island of sorts is now in the bathroom storing towels and much needed counter space (I had a plastic three drawer tall bin thing in there but the top bowed – that’s now hidden storage). Space is a much needed commodity in my home, so I removed items from the drawers and cupboards I rarely use and stuffed those in the storage closet. The items from the rolling island now occupy the drawers.

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This is the new space:

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This long bench was a $10.00 find at Target two years ago (I think it was a pricing error). It tuesdayworkout stuffnow holds my KBands gear, weights, a medicine ball, and all of my boxing gloves. AND the top is super sturdy for step-ups and other exercises.

And for Wanda, it provided a place to drop dead on (she really didn’t die): IMG_1790

Sneaker Porn Diaries

A Fraction of my Sneaker Porn Collection

I didn’t intentionally set out to have a zillion pair of sneakers out on the porch (technically more sneakers could be found in a bin, in a box over in the storage closet, in a plastic garbage bag, or in a New Balance box which presently doubles as a door stop device). The sneaker pile is a daily reminder I no longer weigh 360ish pounds…

33inches (and a carpet)

McChubby v McSassy

McChubby v McSassy

At the urging of a friend, I sent a letter to my PCP and weight loss doctor that shared about my weight loss journey since I had been a patient. The letter was to thank them and also to ask for their consideration in sponsoring me for the OH Conference in October (I will post about that later this week). I received a an unexpected item in the mail this afternoon, with the note below.

In response to today’s Daily Prompt

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I had told someone not too long ago I posted this. I finally found it, it’s from February 2012.

Kind of catchy, don’t you think? I should forewarn you, the reader: you may find this post a little unnerving. The title says it all.

I posted the picture which will appear at the end of this blog (no peeking) on a forum some of us are on for those who have had or are considering some form of weight loss surgery. It was in response to a thread about a picture that has been floating around Facebook that “promotes a more realistic view of body imagery” (that’s a quote – thank you Nikki!). I think the picture promotes a view of body imagery from the male photographer’s perspective, or the magazine exec’s, or the editors.

That warped perspective is plastered on every single magazine cover found in the check-out lane at the grocery store, on T.V., on radio. It’s caused significant damage to our self-esteem, and far greater damage to teenagers and young women who feel they have to live up to this stuff….they can’t enjoy life because they’re too busy trying to have the perfect body.

News flash: no body is perfect, and real women don’t look like that.

Anyway, in the thread discussion someone had mentioned they were tempted to take a picture of themselves in a tank top and underwear, but weren’t that brave. I have NO idea what came over me. Emblazoned permanently in cyberspace for like….EVER…. I had responded with: “I’ll do it! I’ll do it tonight after the gym.”

You’re thinking, “Is she inSANE?”

Maybe.

A little impulsive. But you know, real women aren’t airbrushed. Hair…uh-uh. Never looks that good without the aid of a professional (or a great wig). Also, I see real women all the time in the gym – in all shapes, sizes, colors, and clothes – they work their butts off.

So this is the real me. A real sixteen. In my tank top, next to my unmade bed,  and…uh…in my underwear.

sexybeastI’m working on a project to shine a light that will give a huge pat on the back to all the women out there who have literally worked their butts off. Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to email your before picture. Include an after picture, but not just ANY after picture:

Make it sexy and sassy, and of course you must wear your favorite pair of sneakers.

Pictures need to be submitted by 8:00pm EST Friday July 26th as follows:

Subject line should read “Before and After Project” (otherwise it flies into a cyber black hole of spam).
Include your first name (or that by which you would like to be called).
Include your age (not date of birth).
Include the month & year of your weight loss surgery.
Non-ops can participate, too!!
Include your starting weight and how much weight you have lost. You can also include, if you would like: inches lost, pant sizes lost, etc.
Do not submit nakked pictures. Sports bras, shorts, things like that are fine.

Send your email to spdiaries@gmail.com, or any questions you may have!

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huuuuuhI love to share my unexpected moments of shame with the world. Like the day my pants fell down at the gym; or the day I slid seven feet to the floor off a Stair Master (twice); or the day my water bottle fell off the spin bike and exploded on the floor (that was my first spin class…my second was seven months later); or the day I had an all out brawl at Kohl’s in the lingerie (long-er-ay) section with Spanx (you know those were meant to be stepped into, not pulled over like a super big compression wrap?).

So I thought to invite you- the readers of Sneaker Porn Diaries, those who follow, and those who would never admit to following but they do – what’s your silly weight loss story?

The deadline for the Silliest Story…Like…Ever contest is July 15th, 2013. Submit your stories to sneakerporndiaries@yahoo.com using the following format:

Please put “SNP Silly Story Contest” in the subject line of your email.
Please keep your stories to no more than 700 words, check spelling and punctuation.
Be sure to include your before & after picture, and a picture of your favorite pair of sneakers.
Share your starting & current weight, age, city & state where you live.
First names and the first letter of your last name will be shared on the blog if your story is chosen.
If you have a blog, please include the blog address so your journey can be viewed by other readers!

Deadline for submissions is July 15th, 2013. The Silliest Story winners will be announced on July 20th, 2013. And yes, there will be a PRIZE!

I gave some serious thought early last week to cancel an invite I received for a weekend girls-get-away 244 miles north of my little space in Detroit. Part of the thought was tied into my current economic situation: I left a job several weeks ago I held for four years under the stupid belief I was part of something great. If great meant another four years as a life-sized mud mat for Napoleon, his pet rat, and the quiet guy with the Star Wars lunch box – then it would have been awesome!

(Insert hoarking hairball sound here)

The other part of the thought was tied into my date of birth. It fell over the weekend, and I mulled around the idea how I could have spent 72 hours in a fetal position on the floor with my Birthday Blanket of Death, mourning the the end of my second year of the fourth decade of my existence.

So up north with the girls I went!

There was an art fair on the beach off of Lake Huron. I took my digital camera with the hope I would find a cool memory to capture forever (and not buy stuff I didn’t need), and stumbled upon a few young people with skateboards.

My digital camera is the only piece of tech I own I know nothing about (my friends can close their mouths now). I am not a photographer. I know nothing about lighting, or lenses, or picture driven software. I do like old stuff, buildings, clean lines (i.e. piers), I did not expect to like the idea of capturing a body in motion.

tyler.rampI became incredibly frustrated with my camera because it is not an SLR device, so although it will snap images while the button is held down, there is a delay between frames of not quite a second. Still, I spent about half an hour in an attempt to get that perfect shot – which is how I met Tyler.  A very determined young man. He skated all over the place, attempted jumps, tricks and a few other things I know not the names of. Tyler was showing off – but he wasn’t competitively cocky like some boys (and most adult males) can be – he genuinely wanted to be great. He would say, “Hold on…I can do this…” an if he wouldn’t hit his mark, he’d give it another shot. Tyler concentrated on every move he made, and had a contagious smile.

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I had a great weekend, which became greater after I met Tyler and his skateboard.

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