Aug

There are approximately 34 weeks between September 1st and my birthday. The “safe” rate of weight loss while on a decent diet and exercise regimen is about 2lbs. So if I stick to it, I could safely lose 68lbs. in that time span. I’d like to lose 75lbs. by then. Accounting for the fact that on people my size, there’s about 10lbs. or so of water weight that is typically lost the first week or so of a diet, that would actually take me right into the 75lbs. range. So 75lbs. it is. Over all, I’d like to lose 105lbs. in total, but the remaining 30lbs. can be worked on through the rest of 2011.

Now, you might think, “Damn, how fucking fat are you that you want to lose 105 pounds in total?” Well, I’ll tell you: two-hundred fifty-five pounds. That’s right, 2-5-5. Most people don’t believe me, because of the way I carry it, my broad shoulders, and the fact that I have a large chest which, unfortunately, doesn’t diminish much with weight loss; yes, I’ve tested the theory and they stay way larger than I’d like them. For my height (just under 5’7″) and body type (broad shoulders, wide hips, long legs), 150lbs is perfectly acceptable and is actually the weight at which I feel most “normal” and attractive. So 150lbs will be my ultimate goal.

Why the sudden change of heart? Well, I really don’t want to have to worry about my heart health more than other people, nor do I want to deal with the plethora of other maladies that affect fatties, especially as they age. It really is more about my health than looks. I have other health issues that require my attention far more than anything that could be brought on by weight, so I’d rather be able to focus solely on those, rather than flipping out about high blood pressure or diabetes.

So, as of September 1st, 2010, I’m going to cut soda totally out of my life (I’ve already started weaning myself out of a ridiculously horrible Diet Coke addiction), cut drastically back on salt and carbs, and start doing regular low impact exercises. No meal programs or personal trainers or fad diets. I just want to do this on my own. It will be altered here and there as I find what is or isn’t working, but I’m not going to strain myself by running several miles a day or becoming a gym rat. My body can’t handle that, anyway. So I’ll just do my best and if I manage to even lose half my goal, I’ll be okay with that, because it’s a start.

I may or may not use this blog to write about this. Hell, I may start another one and anonymously chronicle the journey. Who knows. All I know is that I want my thirties to start on a much healthier note than I’ve lived my twenties.

Jul

“I heard a good one on the radio today. ‘I’d rather be governed by the first 50 names in the Massachusetts phonebook than by the elites currently in Washington.”

“I’ll take that one step further and say I’d rather be governed by the first 50 random people I meet on the streets of Tijuana when I arrive there than by Schwarzenegger.”

“Whoa, okay. I thought you were going to say Comic-Con and I was like, ‘Nonononono!’”

Dec

Winter has arrived in California and according to some meteorologists, it’s looking to be prime time for El Nino. This means lots of rain and cooooooooooooold weather. Well, cold for southern California, anyway. We’re currently experiencing our second storm in the past week, though it’s thankfully less windy and not dumping as much water as the first of the season. That one was pretty intense.

We drove up to the summit of Mt. Helix to watch the storm arrive, earlier today. The view is always pretty spectacular from up there, no matter what time or type of day it is. And since the summit is less than 10 minutes’ drive from our home… why not? Okay, so we had an alternate motive for leaving the house today, too. Watching the news this morning, apparently a 50′ pipe fell from a truck on the 125/8 interchange, onto La Mesa Boulevard. Being so close to us, we couldn’t resist heading over there and snapping a few pictures. Nobody was seriously injured and no major damage done (except potentially to a taxi, but whatever).

So here, have some pictures…

Nov

Before you read this blog, please waste three minutes of your life reading this: http://www.cnn.com/2009/LIVING/wayoflife/11/05/o.change.name.after.marriage/index.html

I am concerned that the author of this article is so incensed about 80% of women in America choosing to change their surname after marriage. Does she not have more important or interesting things to harp on about, in the realms of feminism? Haven’t we moved on to more important things, ladies? Perhaps the breaking of glass ceilings? Who would have thought that anyone gave a damn, in 2009, about wasting time worrying about what names we choose to give ourselves. Isn’t that what feminism is about; providing women with the equal opportunity to make choices?

Any one of those famous people she used as examples would be no less talented and no less who they are, had they changed their surnames, they just wouldn’t be a “brand” anymore. That’s right, these women are all brands and their names are marketing tools. Isn’t that counterproductive to the feminist cause? Do you not think there were multiple meetings with agents, public relations representatives, and management firms about each and every one of those marriages and how the name would need to stay the same so that the dollar value could be protected with the familiarity of the name? Those women no longer own their names and those names are not who they are – they are the labels for products or services or talents they provide.

My strongest connection to my former surname was my grandfather and he passed away in 2006. My own family is disjointed and scattered to the winds – so why continue to use a surname with which I no longer feel a bond? I am proud to be my husband’s wife and thus, changed my surname after marriage. I did not do that for my first marriage, because it was not a man or family to which I felt especially connected. Short of selecting a new surname for the both of us, one that was not connected to my former surname or to Muzquiz, I felt much more comfortable becoming a Muzquiz than keeping my former surname. I am not a brand. Changing my name does not erase my past, nor does it negate the talents I have or remove the things I have to offer the world. I am still ME. So, yes, it is about personal identity. I just happen to choose to identify as being proud to be Mrs. Muzquiz.

Faith Salie, before you go parading your idealistic and misguided blathering to the rest of the world about how we should live our lives exactly like you, perhaps you should take a closer look at WHY 80% of us do CHOOSE to take on our husband’s surname. We all have our individual reasons and have made a choice to take on a new name for ourselves.

Thou art thyself, though not a Montague.
What’s Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot,
Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part
Belonging to a man. O, be some other name!
What’s in a name? that which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet;
So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call’d,
Retain that dear perfection which he owes
Without that title.

Oct

I’ll post my own videos and pictures at some point in the near future.

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