@scottydeux, pictures like that make me want to blow my fucking brains out. I get that these woman make fitness and eating well a priority but I will never understand how the hell they do it. Do they work? Have a housekeeper? Not cook? Have DH's who help out a lot at home? These always make me feel like I'm totally failing at life and it pisses me off.
Me too. I could never work out enough to look like that at this point in my life (well, I will prob never look like that at any point in my life to be honest, lol) because I just do not have the time.
If I completely neglected cooking, cleaning and spending a decent amount of time with my kids maybe I could. But with two kids and a full time job, no housekeeper etc etc. Nope. Not a chance.
ETA : So to answer your question, judgmental lady in the picture- THAT IS MY FUCKING EXCUSE.
And apparently it's a big hot button issue for me right now. *-)
Deeeep breath..
Nope, I'm with you on this. So much of it is genetics, I think. To say nothing of the things that pregnancy can do to you that no amount of exercise can fix. I'm looking at stomach surgery at some point most likely, because the diastasis I got with Jack isn't fixing itself. So -- yeah. Shut up, asshole Facebook Mom.
I just had to google that. I'm so sorry LHC. That does not look fun.
Some day I'll post a picture of my stomach after having 2 csections and talk about what a great mom I am, how much I love my girls, how we're lucky if I can throw a chicken breast in the oven, how messy my house is, and how someone had better bring me a goddamn cheeseburger.
Some day I'll post a picture of my stomach after having 2 csections and talk about what a great mom I am, how much I love my girls, how we're lucky if I can throw a chicken breast in the oven, how messy my house is, and how someone had better bring me a goddamn cheeseburger.
Some day I'll post a picture of my stomach after having 2 csections and talk about what a great mom I am, how much I love my girls, how we're lucky if I can throw a chicken breast in the oven, how messy my house is, and how someone had better bring me a goddamn cheeseburger.
I wonder how many likes that would get.
I would like it multiple times, if possible. I have worked my ass off this past year to get into shape but after having 5 kids (and not being Heidi Klum) no amount of working out is ever going to get rid of my stretch marks. I will never have 6 pack abs. Clearly I fail!
Keep in mind, puddle, that she's the exception to the rule, by far. Some of the most beautiful women have stretchmarks and softness. F*ck the media. I am so sick and tired of worrying about the stupid standards that Anna Wintour AKA Satan and her hordes of idiot followers have put in place for us. Fun to look at, not fun to live, unless it's in your genetic code already.
Celebrate your good heart, it's worth more than a perfect ass in the end. Trust me.
Perfect example of what a hot mess Hollywood is. When someone like Emma Stone, who looked healthy in House Bunny, is now blonde and anorexic. Perfect waste of a healthy-looking redhead, dammit.
Okay, this guy? Lightning can strike him. Not my friend, btw.
Simple truth is a majority of women love to use "I have a baby, look at the baby" to sit on their fat asses and not do anything productive. I may not be a girl, but there is NO FRICKING excuse to be a lazy ass cow. Especially once you have been through the pregnancy. "Your body is a temple" right? Well Jesus himself would crack the shit out of lazy gluttonous jerkoffs that use childbirth as an excuse to assume authority in a household.
I'm lost.
We were zooming straight down Lazy Cows Street, but then he takes an abrupt left onto Head of Household Drive.
I'm seeing dudes like this picture on Facebook. Her name is Maria Kang. She has a lengthy speech attached to it. There's something about all of it that makes me a little gaggy. She looks great, but, there's a long speech that she gave with this picture and I'm kind of eye-roll-y.
'I've been getting an influx of new followers, emails and comments (on my profile pic) recently. Some saying I'm a bully, I'm fat-shaming and I need to apologize for the hurt I've caused women. I get it. SO here's my First and Final Apology:
I'm sorry you took an image and resonated with it in such a negative way. I won't go into details that I struggled with my genetics, had an eating disorder, work full time owning two business', have no nanny, am not naturally skinny or work as a personal trainer. I won't even mention how I didn't give into cravings for ice cream, french fries or chocolate while pregnant or use my growing belly as an excuse to be inactive.
What I WILL say is this. What you interpret is not MY fault. It's Yours. The first step in owning your life, your body and your destiny is to OWN the thoughts that come out of your own head. I didn't create them. You created them. So if you want to continue 'hating' this image, get used to hating many other things for the rest of your life. You can either blame, complain or obtain a new level of thought by challenging the negative words that come out of your own brain.
With that said, obesity and those who struggle with health-related diseases is literally a 'bigger' issue than this photo. Maybe it's time we stop tip-toeing around people's feelings and get to the point. So What's Your Excuse? - Maria Kang
I am treating my dd like a Duggar. I have been so overwhelmed with my new job that I expect waay too much from her. I have put the burden of the household on her shoulders. She is only 13 and I am treating her like a partner instead of a child. Sucks but I haven't figured out how to do it all with no help.
Poor kid. And I still nag her about her grades too.
I hate two people in my workout group. 1. complains constantly about her knees and today we were doing torture tubes an she said she 'couldn't hold me back'. I am taking that as a fat joke. 2. I hate the lady that brings her "puppy" to class but doesn't make her behave. I thought it was an actual puppy but no, she's 2.5 yrs old. She said labs are puppies for life. I guess labs never behave?
What are torture tubes?
I almost tripped over a loose dog in our boathouse, while carrying a 12kg kettle bell. I got pissed and yelled at the owner. Not proud of my outburst, but it got the point across. Another person in my workout group brings her puppy all the time, but she's well-behaved.
I am treating my dd like a Duggar. I have been so overwhelmed with my new job that I expect waay too much from her. I have put the burden of the household on her shoulders. She is only 13 and I am treating her like a partner instead of a child. Sucks but I haven't figured out how to do it all with no help.
Poor kid. And I still nag her about her grades too.
I was your DD. If you get a chance, just offer to do something for her that she's "supposed" to do. TRUST, it will make her feel better.
E.g., if she wants to go out with friends this weekend, try to take one of her chores off her plate. Offer to do the dishes for her. Or laundry. Something.
And make sure you let her know how much she's HELPING you.
I told my mom that those were the two biggest things that she could have done when I was a teen that would have completely changed our relationship. I was expected to do a million things (and in hindsight, I understand why), but I never got a thank you or a reprieve.
I am treating my dd like a Duggar. I have been so overwhelmed with my new job that I expect waay too much from her. I have put the burden of the household on her shoulders. She is only 13 and I am treating her like a partner instead of a child. Sucks but I haven't figured out how to do it all with no help.
Poor kid. And I still nag her about her grades too.
I was your DD. If you get a chance, just offer to do something for her that she's "supposed" to do. TRUST, it will make her feel better.
E.g., if she wants to go out with friends this weekend, try to take one of her chores off her plate. Offer to do the dishes for her. Or laundry. Something.
And make sure you let her know how much she's HELPING you.
I told my mom that those were the two biggest things that she could have done when I was a teen that would have completely changed our relationship. I was expected to do a million things (and in hindsight, I understand why), but I never got a thank you or a reprieve.
Thanks for your great advice
I thank her daily. She has really stepped up and never complains which is why I feel so crappy about it. Second flameful. I am taking her out of school on Friday for a girl's weekend in DC in a fancy schmancy hotel as a thank you and a reprieve for both of us.
I was your DD. If you get a chance, just offer to do something for her that she's "supposed" to do. TRUST, it will make her feel better.
E.g., if she wants to go out with friends this weekend, try to take one of her chores off her plate. Offer to do the dishes for her. Or laundry. Something.
And make sure you let her know how much she's HELPING you.
I told my mom that those were the two biggest things that she could have done when I was a teen that would have completely changed our relationship. I was expected to do a million things (and in hindsight, I understand why), but I never got a thank you or a reprieve.
Thanks for your great advice
I thank her daily. She has really stepped up and never complains which is why I feel so crappy about it. Second flameful. I am taking her out of school on Friday for a girl's weekend in DC in a fancy schmancy hotel as a thank you and a reprieve for both of us.
(heart) (heart) That's really, really sweet.
My mom never did anything like that. If I dared to ask to go out, her answer was along the lines of, "As long as all 6 loads of laundry is done, including putting it all away." I was responsible for the entire household's laundry.
I thank her daily. She has really stepped up and never complains which is why I feel so crappy about it. Second flameful. I am taking her out of school on Friday for a girl's weekend in DC in a fancy schmancy hotel as a thank you and a reprieve for both of us.
(heart) (heart) That's really, really sweet.
My mom never did anything like that. If I dared to ask to go out, her answer was along the lines of, "As long as all 6 loads of laundry is done, including putting it all away." I was responsible for the entire household's laundry.
My mom always told my brother and I that the work we did "wasn't good enough." or we "weren't doing it right." Omg, it was so frustrating.
If my mom had the advice you just shared, berbles I think our relationship would be so different and in a good way.
My mom never did anything like that. If I dared to ask to go out, her answer was along the lines of, "As long as all 6 loads of laundry is done, including putting it all away." I was responsible for the entire household's laundry.
My mom always told my brother and I that the work we did "wasn't good enough." or we "weren't doing it right." Omg, it was so frustrating.
If my mom had the advice you just shared, berbles I think our relationship would be so different and in a good way.
Like I said, I actually TOLD my mom this, about 7 years ago.
The context was that my younger siblings were still living at home (over 18, but still at home and under parents' roof = under their rules). Mom was lamenting that both of them were ungrateful brats and she didn't understand why they acted like helping around the house was such a problem/burden. I asked her if she wanted a real answer, and she said yes.
So I told her - have you EVER acted like the work your children do around the house is HELPING you? No, you don't. You TELL them to do things that mostly benefit you (e.g., making her coffee in the morning; that was a required chore of mine from age 6-17) and then sit back and wonder why everyone is resentful of you. Stop being a dictator and THANK THEM once in a while. If you act grateful, maybe they will too.
She seriously looked at me like I had two heads. I don't know if this concept has ever sunk in with her. On the plus-side, if I ever have children of my own, I have one area in which I am confident I will be a better parent than mine were.
Some day I'll post a picture of my stomach after having 2 csections and talk about what a great mom I am, how much I love my girls, how we're lucky if I can throw a chicken breast in the oven, how messy my house is, and how someone had better bring me a goddamn cheeseburger.
I wonder how many likes that would get.
Perhaps we need a cheeseburger and beer filled GTG. With dessert, obviously.