Jewelry and Diet Coke

I was looking through my jewelry collection and thought about the "chunky jewelry" theory.
This is somewhat like the handbag theory, whereas if you are a bigger person, you should not carry a dinky little purse. You should carry a big beach bag purse as to look more proportionate.
Now, this is never really a problem as far as handbags go, because I pack enough in mine to survive for 2 days at a time. If I ever get stuck in the forest, I will have a book, tampons and enough Dentyne gum to fashion myself some sort of shelter, I am certain. Anyhow, back to jewelry. The theory I have always heard is that same sort of proportionate equation: "Fat chicks must wear chunky jewelry." I have some small, delicate pieces that I love, but whenever I want to wear them I always wonder if it makes me look like I stole it from a children's store. "Oh look, the giant lady tried on something from Baby Gap, how cute." Does anyone else have chunky jewelry anxiety?

On the weight loss front, things are going well. I am trying to be diligent in cutting down on the gallons of diet Coke I drink every day. It's not that diet Coke is bad for you (at least calorie-wise), but I seem to eat worse when I drink it and I miss out on getting enough water.
I've been trying different types of tea and that seems to be working for now. Green tea, iced tea, red tea, all the good stuff.

Wait a second.. (aka: My Big Fat Cooking Rant)

I just realized that a topic in the intro may have seemed a bit...off...appearing in a blog semi-dedicated to the adventures of a dieter. Let me explain:

Wait a second...I know fat chicks that are dieting aren't supposed to discuss food or cooking on their blogs unless it's a new recipe for some awful celery log or a slimming way to incorporate fat free yogurt into a dish. However, I have been long addicted to the television show and books of various culinary personalities such as Anthony Bourdain, Julia Child, Gordon Ramsay, and Nigella Lawson. So I will break a taboo and be a dieting fat chick who occasionally talks unashamedly about food, whether it be salad, cinnamon rolls or warthog cheeks. Food talk is not intended to trip up my fellow dieting bloggers. Food is food. Talking about it is not evil or wishful thinking or any other neurotic notion just because the talk is coming from someone who is larger than a size 14. For the past 10 years, I've just had way too much of it and way too much of the junky variety. That fact does not make the topic some sort of evil "binge inducing" cliff that I take myself over if I mention beef wellington. I apologize if I seem a bit defensive.

I suppose I have good reason to be on some level. There is almost a social stigma on food being pleasurable, especially food being pleasurable to those of us who abused it for a number of years.
But that's an entirely different rant for another day. A comment in one of Bourdain's books really resonated with me. To paraphrase: An honest question to think about. Which is more pleasurable? 3 McDonald's processed Big Mac's, or 2 bites of an exquisitely prepared foie gras?

And if you are in the mindset that food can be pleasurable, food can be sensual, the answer becomes obvious. Now why couldn't I have realized that before? It would have saved me many pounds that came from overly processed semi-food. The kind where in large enough quantities it can act as Novocaine.

Back 2 Basics

Welcome to my blog. This little piece of the web will be a mishmash of weight-loss blog, social commentary, fashion chatter, and cooking discussion. I am a woman in my mid-twenties who has been fat for way too long. I'm working on changing that and have been inspired by some really exceptional bloggers on the web. The title of this blog stems from a conversation I had with a friend a few weeks ago. She wanted to shop for a bathing suit and was worried about finding a cute one. I then explained when you get to be my size, if you can even be coaxed into buying or wearing a one-piece, you go back to basics. Basic size, basic black, basic cut. Looking for a cute anything is the last thing you look for in a swimsuit. That moment made me sad. That moment told me I needed to make a change. Both in my own life and in the way I view things.
Anything written here past this entry is exactly that. Just a woman figuring out all the above topics one paragraph at a time.