Fat Chance.

Yes, there are some really wonderful men out there who will look right past your weight problem and into your soul, and if you have found one of them, you are one lucky girl. I mean that sincerely.

But if you are anything like me, you realized a long, long time ago that these men are few and far between. You also realized that it was far easier to take yourself out of the “romance running” rather than face rejection. You became very good at entering the friend zone. After all, it is much better to be friends with “the guy” than to not be anything with him at all. Well, at least that’s what you tell yourself…

Last week, as I was on my way to the gym (remember how I packed my bag and said “no excuses?”), I got a text message from a guy I’ve known since my sophomore year of college. He was popular, funny and attractive. He was in a leadership position in an organization in which we were both involved. While many of the girls in our meetings spent their time flirting with him and working their feminine wiles, I set to work making him laugh. I never let on that maybe I liked him. It worked, and a friendship was born. We spent many a night sipping Vanilla Dr. Peppers at the Sonic Drive-In talking about life, theology and, of course, the girls who made his life interesting. He was able to talk to me about these things because in his mind, I wasn’t one of those girls. I was his buddy. His pal. And today, five years later, I still am.

So, I get this text message. He wants to hang out. I haven’t seen in him in at least a couple of months, so it takes me only 2.7 seconds to decide that my date with the Stairmonster can easily be cancelled. I dash home, tear off my outfit (it is my “skinniest outfit” after all) and throw it into the wash (because I will need to wear it tonight when I see him!). I jump in the shower and take the fastest shower ever. Of all time. I make sure to shave, and I take extra-special care doing my make-up and fixing my hair. He doesn’t know that I’m losing weight. This will be such a fun surprise! And maybe, just maybe… he’ll notice that I’m a girl. As I’m putting the finishing touches on my outfit, making sure every last detail is perfect, I send him a text to let him know I’m on my way… but he doesn’t text me back.

I wait about ten minutes and then I send another text.

Finally, an answer from him. “Sorry, made other plans! Didn’t mean to! But we will hang soon.”

I felt as though my chest had been ripped open. My eyes started burning. “This isn’t a big deal,” I told myself. But I didn’t believe me. It was more than him canceling our plans. It was the reality that more than likely some other girl became available to hang out with. It was the heavy feeling of helplessness(can’t “magic” myself skinner) and bitterness(when do I get to be the girl you cancel other plans for?) and rejection(something better came along). As the tears started to fall, I grabbed a box of tissues and ran to my car. I wanted to drive. Anywhere. Away from here. Away from the familiar hurt of being the girl at the bottom of the priority list.

As I sat in my car at a stoplight, blowing my nose for the umpteenth time and wiping more mascara from my raccoon eyes, I noticed something in the floorboard on the passenger side of the car. My gymbag. It was still there. Still packed. Still waiting for me. Suddenly, a lightbulb went off. I realized, as I stared at that bag, that I had a choice. I could either brace myself for similar experiences for the rest of my life, or I could MAKE A CHANGE. College friend may have broken his date with me, but the Stairmonster was still patiently waiting for me. Keeping his commitment like any good Stairmonster would.

With a newfound determination to leave behind the self-pity and self-loathing of the girl who could’ve, would’ve, should’ve, I turned my car around and headed for the gym. I worked out harder that night than I have in months. I ran until I couldn’t run anymore. Then I took a break. Drank some water. Lifted some weights. And ran some more.

And in the morning, I woke up in the 170s.

-Elle

A memorable idea (and a giveaway)

Awhile back, I was introduced to a women with an amazing story. One of heart ache and triumph. Shelli lost her nephew very suddenly and soon began to look at life differently.

Shelli and I have emailed back and forth about our shared experience of losing a loved one so suddenly. In dealing with grief herself as well as helping her sister and family pick up the pieces, an idea was born. Shelli mentioned custom books she was working on – a way to honor memories that often fade too quickly.

Shelli found a way to capture photos and recipes, together all in a memorable, keep-sake book. And so Blended to Perfection was created.

I asked her to send me some samples and when I received them, I knew that I had to share them with you.

Blended to Perfection - Custom Books (Sample Books)

Pages incorporate favorite recipes and memorable photos side by side.

My mom loved to cook. She loved being creative in the kitchen and trying new recipes. She left behind an entire cupboard FULL of cookbooks and recipes – notes scribbled in the margins letting the reader know if the recipe was any good.

Over the past year and a half, I’ve often thought about tackling my moms recipes and cookbooks. Going through them and separating some of our family favorites to make sure I had saved. It has seemed like such a daunting task – so many memories of home cooked dinners and time spent around the dinner table way back when our family was still as it used to be. I have yet to be ready.

One day, I’ll be ready to tackle the cupboard. And when I do, I cannot wait to put all our favorite recipes together in a book of memories.

Giveaway:

Shelli, from Blended to Perfection, has offered to donate a 40 page custom book package to one lucky winner. To enter…

Leave a comment sharing a favorite story that has a family recipe to go along with it. (You don’ t have to share the full recipe…just share the story & name of recipe.)

Fine Print: One comment per person. Entries must be received by Friday, December 3rd at 5pm CT. US and Canada only. I did not receive free product in exchange for my review however Blended by Perfection is a current advertiser of PriorFatGirl.com.

Howdy from Texas!

Welcome to my first post on PriorFatGirl.com!

To celebrate this momentous occasion, I have come down with a cold, a flu, the Black Plague or some unbearable combination thereof. I am currently writing to you between blowing narsties out of my nose and sipping hot tea that I can’t taste. Isn’t lack of taste a symptom of Black Plague?

My sister, a nurse who enjoys regaling me with deeply unsettling stories from her job, told me this weekend about some horrifying thing called an “anal charlie horse.” I don’t know if anal charlie horses are worse than the Black Plague, but I’m willing to admit they might be. So I guess I can be thankful I’m only suffering from Black Plague and not the anal charlie horses.

I haven’t written on my old blog for a week now, and I sure do miss it. During the last week, Jen, A Priorfatgirl, has been hard at work moving all my old posts over to PFG (some of the links and formatting may have been lost, but all content is here). Feel free to go back through them and get to know me. I’m looking forward to getting to know you all as well.

So, let’s talk about juicy stuff, shall we? Thanksgiving was wonderful, and I enjoyed it immensely. But it did NOT ruin me. I am happy to report to you, dear readers, that I am happily living life these days as a resident of the 170s. I broke into them Tuesday morning, and ooooooweeeeee did it ever kill me that I couldn’t come right over here and tell you! My official weight loss, to date, is 33 pounds. I’ve got another 49 pounds to knock out before I hit my goal (130), and I anticipate it will take me until the end of March to do it.

In the coming days, weeks, months, I will share my stories and my journey with you. I hope you will also follow the journey of the other newest member of the PFG Family — James, A PriorFatGuy. He and I might have a little surprise in store for you for the month of December…. so stay tuned to find out more!

*Sorry it's just the face! I'll start taking better pictures, promise!

I’m keeping today’s blog short and sweet, but tomorrow I’ll tell you why getting stood-up by a guy last week actually kicked my bootay right into gear and right out of the 180s.  A little motivation is a beautiful thing. Oh, and one last thing… I know I love me some pictures in a blog, so here is a recent photo just so you can put a face with a name.

The pain of getting where you want to be is less than the pain of staying where you are.

-Elle

Making their debut…

I am so excited to post today — not because I have any announcements related to me but more importantly, this is something ya’ll have a vested interest in.

Remember reading all those stories while I was in Rome about my friends who wanted to share their stories with you? And ya’ll voted?

I’m proud to announce James, a priorfatguy and Elle, a priorfatgirl have joined me, Amanda, another priorfatgirl and Lindsey, another priorfatgirl!

James, a priorfatguy can be found at www.priorfatguy.com!

Elle, a priorfatgirl can be found here on www.priorfatgirl.com and then clicking on “other priorfatgirls” from the navigation bar.

Stop over to James, a priorfatguy and Elle, a priorfatgirl’s blogs to read about them, hear their journey and support them as you have done for me! You can add all of us to your favorite blog reading tool by clicking on the subscribe option on the right of this page.

No matter who you are or where you are in your journey, I hope you can find something from our stories to relate to and find hope, inspiration and motivation from. On behalf of the entire priorfatgirl family, we appreciate you continuing to be out motivation and friends.