Viva La Revolution!

Well it's the second full week of January and by now I'll bet some of the shine has fallen off those New Year's resolutions.  You know, the ones you fervently spout while sipping (or slurping) champagne on New Year's Eve.  And also the ones you whisper as you nurse your hangover on the first morning of the year.  Yeah those are the ones I'm talking about.  And while you're still enjoying the shiny, new, I can be a size 4 by February resolution fantasy it can be a little hard to talk to you.  Believe me, I know exactly what that's all about.  But now that you've had a few weeks to think about it, and to allow reality to filter in allow me to offer you an alternative.

This year, a lot of folks in the fat acceptance and health at every size communities (including me) decided to create a "New Year's Revolution" instead of resolutions.  This year, for every day in the month of January, we're focusing on a way to love, nurture and care for the bodies we already have rather than trying to change them into something else.  It's super fun and super cool.  You can find out more about it HERE.

I hope you check it out.  The idea of loving and caring for yourself may be revolutionary, but at another level, it's just common sense.  Viva la revolution!

Love,
The Fat Chick

Too Darn Hot! (Happy New Year)

Well it's the beginning of a new year and I'm starting us off with a picture of a fire extinguisher.  There's really two reasons for this.  One, is that my husband and I spent practically all of the New Year's Holiday putting out fires.  Not fun.  (Warning--whining ahead.  You may want to skip down to the bottom of the post.)  First, my Mac blew up.  This is the second Mac that blew up on me this year.  Now I love Macs, and both of these were quite long in the tooth, but what a PAIN.  I spent 3 days just getting back to some semblance of being able to work.  And we spent a good deal of New Year's Day cleaning all the drains in the house with a plumbers snake.  (Don't even ask...)  There were various and sundry other dramas as well.  In fact, at one point it became really comic.  My husband and I had to giggle.  Perhaps this was some sort of post traumatic stress disorder, but I tend to think it had more to do with gratitude.  After all, we were still healthy.  And we were strong enough to work together to solve the problems.  There's something deeply reassuring about having a husband who knows how to fix a computer and snake a drain.  And there's something deeply satisfying about learning how to do these things for myself.  Not that I wouldn't love to have a staff to take care of these pesky troubles.  Not that I'm going to start picking up these activities for a Saturday night, but I like to know that if I have to do stuff, I know how.

When sharing my plight with my awesome friend Barbara, she offered this tasty tidbit of insight.  "Well we all know that a great performance is usually preceded by a really crummy dress rehearsal.  Naturally this means you will have an awesome year in 2011."  And you know what, I think she's right.  I don't need a fire extinguisher to put out all the fires.  I need it because 2011 is going to be too darn hot!  So circle up my little chickadees.  I want to reassure you that 2011 will be less than perfect.  We will need a fire extinguisher nearby to put out fires along the way.  Stuff happens.  But we will take it in stride.  We will giggle at the absurdity of our tribulations.  And we will win.  And naturally, we'll also need a fire extinguisher nearby just to protect those near and dear from our overwhelming hotness!  Happy New Year.

Love,
The Fat Chick