BYOC The Late Edition

I just ate the yummiest salad for lunch. Salad greens, some little yellow cherry tomatoes, some grapes and spritzer and some cold grilled chicken. Nom, nom, nom.

Okay, I guess I am ready to do BYOC. A day late, but better late than never. :D

1. How and why did you first start blogging? And how long have you been blogging?

I have been blogging on this blog for a year and four months. I came to Blogger quite by accident. Someone I know had breast cancer and started a Blogger blog to talk out her process, treatment and vent. I started a blog for the sole purpose of  having a GFC name so that I could read and comment on her blog. Happily, she is just fine! She had a fast cure and should live a long, healthy and happy life surrounded by her family and friends. :D  I posted here a little, here and there. I wasn't really sure if I was going to run with this. If I really wanted to. 

I was teetering on the edge of making a huge change in my life and being led to Blogger gave me the push I needed to jump into the abyss and fly. I know that this is going to sound really weird and maybe a little sick, but it isn't meant that way; I am convinced that her cancer saved my life. I was in real trouble. I was over four hundred pounds and headed upward. Rapidly. Starting this blog, finding your blogs is what helped me to turn that around. I am deeply grateful to her and to all of you. 

You never know how, and in what way your life, your experiences  are going to touch others. Change and even save lives. All without knowing you are doing it. 

 2. Tell me about your perfect mate – if you could invent him/her?

Nope. Not going there, today. Sorry.

 3. Do you wear fake eyelashes? Do you want to? Do you use glue or self-stick ones? Do you like how they look?

I have worn fake eyelashes exactly once, in my life. They were part of a Hallowe'en costume and I loved them. Waving those big fans all over the place was just about the best fun I ever had with a beauty product. I have given a lot of thought to buying some lashes and wearing them. I like the look, maybe not for every day. But they could be fun for now and then. Lashes have come a long way from the ones I used so many years ago. They are more refined, more natural looking but still give that length and pow you want. They are also supposed to be easier to use. I'm just afraid that they would brush on my glasses. :P

 4. Let’s say money was no object and neither was time off to recover – are you an advocate of plastic surgery after weight loss?

 Hellz yeah! One of my biggest dreams is to have reconstructive surgery when I reach my goal. I know that some of what I am going to require will be covered by insurance, if my doc and I can build a solid enough case for it. The rest... Well I guess when the time comes, a few armored car heists should take care of it. (joke!!) But maybe, somehow it can happen. It is a ways away, so heaven only knows, I have plenty of time to think about it. 

I will need my gut, butt, legs, abdomen, boobs, arms and mons all done.  By that time my neck and face are going to need a little attention, as well. Big dreamer, I know. But hey, a girl has to have something to shoot for, right? :D

To have or not have plastic surgery is a deeply personal decision. While I am all for going under the knife to complete the work I am currently doing, not everyone feels the same way. I respect every choice, to or not to and I would never presume to insist that my choice would or should be yours. <3

5. Repeat question. Summarize your week in blog land and in real life.

In blogland? The bitch is back. And she is loaded for bear and ready to kick her own ass. 

In real life, life goes on. I am a little busy and finding things to keep myself occupied, rather than wanting to sit on my ass snacking on stuff I have no business going anywhere near. I have been resting my trashed out knee. I hope to get out to start walking again, soon. 

I chopped a couple of inches off my hair, yesterday. I think that I have finally, after three. long. years rid my hair of the last traces of the Great Henna Removal Attempt Disaster of 2008. The final bit of peroxided horror that was my roots almost exactly three years ago were my ends and just looking at them made me mad, sad and in need of getting rid of them, once and for all. I hate to cut my hair. But I am happy to have those nasty, trashed ends gone! My hair was past the middle of my back, bra strap length on me and losing those inches really hurt. It is still long, by most peoples standards, about BSL on a normal gal with normal boobs and a normal bra that rides in the normal spot.  It will grow. And this time I can enjoy seeing the length increase instead of my poor ends just breaking as fast as my roots produced new hair.

I am having another good, strong day, today. I am eating well, putting my water down and my mind is clear, calm and things are good. I also figured out how to apply sunless tanning lotion (I am using and loving Jergen's Natural Glow, right now) to the parts of my back that I couldn't reach with my hands. Yay! Now the rest of my back will soon match the rest of me. 

Does anyone else tan their ass? I know it doesn't make it any smaller but I like to think that a nice, glowing, golden ass, as big as it is, is a bit less horrid than a big, pasty white ass. And I don't care what anyone says... Tanned batwings definitely look better than white, highly reflective batwings.  A tan makes my upper arms look a little less huge and floppy. And I need all the help I can get. lol

 Okay. I guess that is about it, for now. 

Oh yeah. If you are a public servant and you are going to publicly tweet (guess that idiot has never heard of Direct Messaging?) your junk to someone, you need to be prepared for the fallout. Resign, Representative Weiner.  You are a blight on our party and making us all look like a bunch of asses. (No pun intended... :p)

Okay. Now I am done.