Believe in Yourself

September 11, 2006 at 5:54 pm 12 comments

Library Lo sent me this picture, it was on one of those funny things people forward to all their friends with cool pictures captioned with something motivational. This one is called, of course, Believe in Yourself.

For years, the Kat that lives in my head has been a svelte size 8, with perfect hair and small feet. The fact that I haven’t been a size 8 since Junior High, have seen maybe 4 perfect hair days in 47 years and have average sized feet that are nearly as wide as they are long, makes no difference. I have been known to catch sight of myself in a store window and recognize it as me only because the reflection is wearing the same clothes I am. So I like this picture, because for once the mirror isn’t betraying someone, it’s reflecting this internal kitty.

I’m not sure when certain of my body parts decided to move south of their assigned places, but evacuate they did. Dressing around the effects of gravity, (pepsi, hohos, ice cream) and five children is an adventure. Especially when your head still thinks you look like the Disco Queen you were in 1979. Most shopping trips include me trotting back to the dressing room with a lovely selection of cropped and spaghetti strapped tops, then slouching back out to fetch the St. John’s Bay practical middled aged t-shirts that actually fit me.

Princess and I refuse to believe there is any size larger than extra large. That’s the only thing saving me from needing a cattle scale to weigh in, I don’t want to disappoint her by moving into the dreaded 1X, so I do apply myself to healthy eating when I’m busting the seams on those XLs.

I’ve always had bad eating habits. I hate to cook, so whatever is close at hand is what I’ll eat. This is complicated by the fact that I have an addictive personality. I eat oatmeal for breakfast every single morning. If Pap fails to replace my oatmeal and I run out, I’ll fret for several days and eat nothing. If he goes too long and doesn’t replace it, I’ll eat whatever is easy: half a jar of chocolate fudge, popcorn, left over cake. We live in a small town with no fast food restraunts, so anytime we went to the city we’d eat at McDonald’s. Well now I go to the city two or three times a week and I can’t drive past the McD’s, I have to stop. I have eaten the same thing there for years (#2 with diet coke). As slovenly and self-indulgent as this all sounds, there is good news regarding my examination of my eating habits. I don’t really care if it’s healthy food or junk food, to me food is only fuel. I want it fast, I don’t want to have to cook it myself, and I lack a goumets palate. I’m happy to eat the same thing every day for months. I just have to figure out three healthy meals and two snacks that I can eat every day until I’m skinny.

Until that skinny day, I don’t really bug on my weight. It’s just a number. If it weren’t for the fact that I feel like lugging around a bunch of extra pounds is the same as playing russion roulette, I wouldn’t care at all.


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  • 1. Ordinary Janet  |  September 12, 2006 at 8:01 pm

    Oh, you’re not the only one who does a double take when she sees herself in a mirror-I can be happily walking in the mall and catch a reflection of myself in a shop window and that just ruins my day. 😉

    I am determined never to go past XL, too. I’m just happy if my clothes fit, but my doctor wants me to lose weight, I’m not doing too good a job of it though.

  • 2. land.downunder  |  September 13, 2006 at 8:38 am

    Have you ever noticed that the roman numerials for 40
    is XL
    I add two one for each decade after that and end up with my


  • 3. Kat Campbell  |  September 13, 2006 at 9:37 am

    I feel your pain Janet! I always start with the best of intentions, but laziness wins out most of the time.

    My girl down under… your taller than me! You afford that extra size or two.

  • 4. Ordinary Janet  |  September 13, 2006 at 9:40 am

    It just seems so much trouble to get on the exercise bike. Besides, after that I’m all sweaty and have to take a shower. I can go on and on with excuses but it all boils down to I’d rather be sitting in my recliner reading a book, or sitting here talking to people like you!

    *sigh* I better get my butt on the bike so I can honestly say I’ve been exercising. I’m a bad liar.

  • 5. DaveM  |  September 13, 2006 at 10:47 am

    Nice post Kats. No matter how old I am in my head I’m still around the 25 mark.
    Janet… just exercise and dont worry about the weight.

    Kats you ahve some pictures of your street / garden parties?


  • 6. mert12345  |  September 13, 2006 at 11:53 am

    kat you are so awsome at any size it doesnt matter. i am losing weight cuss iam scared of dieing.which its been hard but went to doc yesterday and found out in 1 month and a half i lost 35 lbs! i am so happy and cant wait to keep losing. so i can hang out with you and we can be cool old people together.

  • 7. Kat Campbell  |  September 13, 2006 at 12:17 pm

    Mert BRAVO!!!! I am so proud of you, just months away from being skinny, sexy handsome!

    davem – I’ll look, I’m sure I do have pictures of our festival but maybe not digital, so I’ll have to scan ’em

    Hang in there Janet, my exercise bike does more time as a closet pole than a piece of workout equipment!

  • 8. QuillDancer  |  September 13, 2006 at 10:37 pm

    I don’t know who that lady is in my bathroom mirror, but I wish she’d get her wrinkly, graying-haired fat-self out of my way so I could see ME!

  • 9. Kat Campbell  |  September 14, 2006 at 8:34 am

    LOL! Absolutely!

  • 10. Limpy Lady  |  September 15, 2006 at 12:28 am


    I have found a good use for my excerciser machine. I have it cluttered with all the old clothes I used to wear when I was that size. One of these days I will be able to wear it again and just put it there to be handy to get to.
    Just join with us mountain women that don’t care what size we are sometimes you gotta grit your teeth and ‘get’r done’.

  • 11. Kat Campbell  |  September 15, 2006 at 12:32 pm

    Every time I can’t zip my jeans I’ll remember this limpy lady!

  • 12. sandy  |  September 16, 2006 at 9:16 pm

    Lol what a geat post and so nice toknow there ae others around like me who just recognise their reflection. I walk miles yet I never seem to lose weight, but I do love to cook, and I love pasta and chocolate and red wine ~ so skinny or my indulgences?

    You sound like ne busy lady kat and love your way of thinking.


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