These Shoes Were Made for Walking

     Today, it finally warmed up here in the South. After days of ice and snow and frigid temps, this Fat Girl was happy to see some sunshine and warmer temps. We have a little chihuahua. His name (real) is Marley. He is mainly Alice’s dog, although for the MOST part, Mickey and I take him out and feed him. Alice is spending the night with her good friend Ann Marie, so when Marley let me know he needed to go outside I decided to give the poor puppy a longer walk then the yard lap he generally gets. I know he was just as glad as I to see some sun.

     I told Mickey I felt like taking Marley for a walk around the block. After promising to take my phone with me, Marley and I set out for our walk. Let me say for those of you who do not know, I have had two heart attacks and by-pass surgery, as well as suffering from Congestive Heart Failure. So, Mickey worries when I venture out on my own. This is why I had to take my phone.

     Marley was in HEAVEN. It’s Friday, which is trash day in my neighborhood. So many people still had their trashcan at the curb. Marley happily anointed each one. The walk was only 10 minutes. I might have made a second lap, except for two issues.

     One, I did not take a water bottle with me and I was getting thirsty and out of breath. That’s all I need- to collapse from dehydration in the middle of the road. Mickey would never let me out of the house again. Two, I was walking out of my shoes. Now, earlier today Mickey’s oldest daughter, Ariel stopped by. Mickey is the second marriage and between the two of us, we have seven children. Hmmm….maybe I should have named them after the dwarves…..At any rate, you will never hear or “read” me referring to them as “steps.” They are also my children. Alice, however, is the only one who is still young enough to reside at home.

     At any rate, Ariel stopped by today. She is also using My Fitness Pal and Jillian to aid her weight loss. Ariel is nowhere near my size. She really doesn’t have much to lose. Her pants today were loose all over. I could really tell she had been working hard and losing. Are my pants loose? Nope. Are my shirts too big? Negative. Where can I see my thus far 9 pound loss? IN MY FRICKIN SHOES!

     Who loses weight in their feet first? Huh? Of all the things I want to become too large, my shoes were not part of the equation. I can’t even just tighten the laces. When I was first diagnosed with CHF, I had a horrible swelling problem. My ankles, legs, entire body would just swell and hold water. Because of this, I invested in a pair of Sketchers Mules. They look like an average tennis shoe (sneaker for you Yankee readers), but they have no back. So, if I decided to swell, it was ok.

     On my walk today, I walked out of them three times. I am now able to fit in the Nike Airs I could no longer wear. But seriously, what am I supposed to do? Show all my friend my feet and say “Look, look, I can wear my OLD shoes.” ? I am thankful I can wear my old shoes, I just sure would have liked to have had my first loss in my thighs or tummy. Somewhere people would notice. Nope, not me, I lose weight in my feet.

     Tomorrow, I get to try the goodies Ariel brought me. Jillian Michaels Body Revolution, phase one and the workout strap. I slept in today after getting Alice up and ready for school, so today I simply walked the block and did a vigorous workout on the bike.

     Hope you all have a wonderful Friday and a wonderful weekend. If you like my blog, hit the handy subscribe button. Refer me to your friends. Give me feedback. It’s nice to feel well enough to write a little again.

Disclaimer: Again, Jillian Michaels does not know of my existence. I get nothing free from her. I get no pay for mentioning her on my blog. I love her DVDs, but she scares me on The Biggest Loser.

Additional Disclaimer: I have received nothing from Nike or Sketchers for mentioning the shoes I own. They have no clue I exist either.


Slip Slidin Away

     The day started out right, when I slipped and fell down my icy steps this morning. All I did was bruise my hip and shoulder, and my pride as well. Back in the day, which was all of three weeks ago, I would have used this as an excuse not to exercise. Rest day was fun, but it’s over now.

     There’s not a lot to say today. My body is still tired. It hasn’t adjusted to exercise yet. As time goes on, I have been feeling as if I am slogging through molasses. From what most of my friends who exercise have told me, this too shall pass. Eventually my body will feel better.

     I took my measurements the other day. I will post them next month. Because hopefully then the measurements will have changed. Let’s put it this way. Any of you ever read “Gone With The Wind?” Scarlett O’Hara had a 16-inch waist. I got arms bigger than her waist. How about The Commodores and “Brick House?” The ideal measurements were 36-24-36. Thighs bigger then the Brick House’s waist. Sad state of affairs letting myself get this way.

     Mickey can’t believe I posted my actual weight, but the way I see it, if I am honest with each of you, I will be honest with myself. Judy gave me that bit of insight.

     To each of you sticking with me, thanks for the support and the cheering. Can’t do this without a lot of both.

How Many Calories are in Ibuprofen or The Fat Girl Next Door Exercises

     Remember the whole best laid plans from yesterday? Well. Around 7pm, I went to cook my frittata. I sliced my veggies and then realized, I was out of gas. I run my stove only on propane. Our heat is electric. So, rather than deal with AmeriGas, whom I despise, we just use a little 30 pound tank. It lasts us about 2.5 months. We ended up eating leftovers and salads. It was all good. This morning, I called Tractor Supply to 1. See if they were open ( I live in the South, we had a “snow event.” That is a blog for another day) 2. To make sure they had propane. There is a propane shortage. I think it is everywhere. They were open. No propane, though. We certainly are not going to starve. I am adaptable. I also own a toaster oven, microwave oven, griddle, two slow cookers, and a deep fryer. Tonight, I am cooking fajitas. Low calorie, because it is simply seasoned beef with peppers and onions.

     I am not going to post my recipe because it is simple. However, if you need one, my friend Rachael Monaco has a great one here. Feel free to substitute chicken or beef for the shrimp. I also prefer a warm corn tortilla to save on some calories.

     Today is Wednesday. My rest day from exercise. I am so happy. I was telling my sister, Judy Jetson (name changed, privacy, yada yada yada), how much I hate exercising. She stated that EVERYONE hates exercising. I asked about people who run marathons. She stated these people had simply found an exercise they hate less than any of the others. Interesting thought.

     Let me start out saying I hate my exercise routine–With the white-hot passion of a million suns in a million different solar systems to the millionth power. BUT. It is sadly good for me. I can barely move. Every muscle deep inside is SCREAMING at me. I find it akin to torture. But my blood pressure, which has been completely unstable for years, even with meds, has run around 119/79 since I started hurting myself, torturing myself exercising. So, I SUPPOSE I will continue this.

     I have been on my lifestyle change (remember, not a diet) for almost three weeks. Week One, I spent just adjusting to tracking my food, making healthy choices, googling all my beloved fattening foods and planning. Week Two, I decided I needed a little exercise thrown in there. Mickey bought me a recumbent bike almost a year ago. I’ve spent that year decorating it for Christmas, looking at it and THINKING about exercising, moving it around my living room, offering to sell it for extra cash and sitting on it when I have more company than seating. I decided to FINALLY bite the bullet and get on it. Day One, I rode for 20 minutes and it was okay. Days two and three I bumped it to 30, still ok, but I really felt I should be doing MORE. I am unsure as to why I thought this, since I didn’t want to do anything anyway.

     For some strange, crazy reason (alien attack in my head maybe?) when we went to Wally World last Friday morning, I bought a Jillian Michaels DVD and a set of three pound hand weights. It’s the DVD “Ripped in 30.” It doesn’t say 30 what. I suppose for MOST people it is probably 30 days, but for me? MAYBE 30 weeks. I am thinking it will more than likely be 30 months and quite possibly 30 years. I can tell you I have done Week One for 5 days and I am no where near ready to move to Week Two. I am thinking HER Week One will be my Month one. The good part about this DVD is she shows modifiers and it is circuit based. Just about the time I think “I am dying, Jesus here I come.” she switches the exercise and I can somewhat breathe. I can now plank for an entire 7 seconds on a good day.

     The DVD runs about 24 minutes. I am also biking for 16 minutes at a moderate pace. I personally think it is an ATOMIC pace, but that is because I haven’t biked since I was 16. So, I am now exercising for 40 minutes. Because I am TFGND, I burn lots of calories, too. About 650 each session. I can tell because I have never had sweat fall of me the way it does when I am following Jillian. I look like the Wicked With of the West after Dorothy throws water on her. I also have a greenish hue to my skin because all that exercise makes me feel as if I were going to puke.

     I am unsure how and why anything that makes me feel as if I were going to puke is good for me. I also hate the fact that I had better do my blogging and any housework prior to the workout because once I actually do the workout, I am useless. My legs don’t even want to carry me down the hall to the bathroom. Then, they don’t want to squat, so I can sit on the toilet. Once down, they don’t want to raise me back into an upright position. In fact, I have a large pot sitting on my stove that is clean. It belongs in the bottom of the pantry. Know why it isn’t there? BECAUSE I AM NOW INCAPABLE OF BENDING DOWN TO PUT IT THERE. I have had open heart surgery, gallbladder surgery, three c-sections, an appendectomy, tonsils removed, broken bone set, and nothing has hurt as badly as exercising to Jillian. Ok, maybe the open heart surgery, but that is it.

     In order to get my body to cooperate, I have to promise it the recliner and a few Motrin when I am done. I spend the rest of the evening and the next day saying “ow, ow, ow” up until it is time to start the whole routine all over again. The funny part in all this? I was really looking forward to today. My body does need a rest after circuit training. But strangely, instead of being happy, I have felt irritable all day.

     In order to motivate, I made a kick-a$$ Exercise playlist on Spotify. Stuff from the 80s up until now, all very fast-paced. I like to start with Springsteen’s “Born to Run” (which yes, is actually 1974) and then let it shuffle around. If you are interested in looking or listening to my playlist, you can find me as hobbs6799 on Spotify.

     Oh, and just in case you wondered. Ibuprofen doesn’t have any calories.


Disclaimer Section:

I received no pay, no freebies or anything else from AmeriGas for hating them or from Tractor Supply for being unable to purchase propane from them.

Jillian Michaels has no clue I exist. She has given me no pay for mentioning her either. WalMart is the same, nothing free, no free products, no money for saying I shop there. Honestly, I am a little afraid of what would happen if Jillian knew I existed. She scares me.

The Best Laid Plans of Mice and Men and the Fat Girl Next Door

     Robert Burns wrote a line stating, “the best laid plans of mice and men, often go awry.” Life is like that. I have often heard the best way to make God laugh is to tell him your plans. I am sure he laughs a lot at me. I am a planner. An OBSESSIVE planner. In fact, to me, making the plans is more than half the fun of anything, I probably miss being an OCD planner by one millimeter of an inch. (I’m just guessing. I am not even sure how much a millimeter is. I don’t math or metric I’m also thinking millimeter and inch don’t go in the same sentence?)

     Yesterday, after I finished my post I planned to do my exercising, have my lunch, rest and then begin preparing supper. I had my meals and my calories all budgeted. I had a PLAN. I finished my first round of exercises and was ready to get down and dirty when my phone rang. It was my youngest daughter. (Who for privacy reasons will henceforth be called Alice.) Alice had just gotten out of school and rather than heading to the library with friends, was vomiting and complaining of side pain. Alice is recovering from mono AND has ruptured her spleen before. I woke the hubby (who for privacy reasons will be called Mickey). Mickey isn’t lazy, Mickey is a third shift worker. We drove to the school, and might I say how charming I looked in my ripped yoga pants, huge t-shirt, unshaven legs, and wildly sticking up hair. I am sure the perfumed aroma of phase one in exercises made me smell meadow fresh as well.

     We ended up taking Alice to the ER so they could do a CT scan on her spleen and liver.Thank God, she was just fine. She has just been overdoing things. By the time we got the good news it was almost 8pm. I still needed to cook supper. I had missed my lunch. I needed to go to the grocery store because I was running low on vegetables and fruits and water. I still had the brutal part of my exercise routine to do, My entire PLAN had been thrown off.

     I knew better than to grocery shop hungry. That’s something horrible waiting to happen. That results in Oreos and Pizza Rolls and other stuff I am trying to reduce in my diet. (Notice I didn’t say cut out, I said reduce. Diet here also refers to my meals. I am NOT in a diet, I am on a lifestyle change. I just knew foods such as those, when I was tired and hungry were a very bad idea.)

     We ended up going out to eat. Fast food in fact. The Fat Girl Next Door had a plan, so it was ok. I realize life happens. You deal. That being said, I had already researched healthy options in the fast food world. We ended up at Zaxby’s. For those of you not in the know, Zaxby’s is a fast food chicken restaurant here in the South. They also are one of the restaurants that has a wonderful nutrition  page on their website.  I ordered the Cobb “Zalad” with grilled chicken, minus the bread, minus the fried onions, half the cheese and double tomatoes and cucumbers. It came in at 440 calories. Not bad at all, I really like the way the “Zalads” are made fresh to order. I also like getting real salad greens and not just nasty iceberg lettuce.

     Afterwards, we went to the grocery store and bought the items we needed. This involved an additional 20 minutes trucking it around the store in a state of panic because at some point during our shopping, Alice had misplaced her phone. The good thing was, we only had to search the outer perimeter. It was hard to find, because for some reason, ( I think it was when she was choosing Bok Choy) she placed the phone with the purple case in the bin with the purple and white turnips.

     We arrived home at 10 pm. I had left my home at 3:35. I was even MORE attractive at this point. I still had the worst of my exercise plan to do. I watched the Blacklist (love that show!!!), let the tension roll off and at 11, I did the exercise routine I had started almost 8 hours prior. I know I was going to fill you in on my exercise program, but the best laid plans…. Tomorrow is rest day, so I will certainly fill you in.

     Tonight’s supper is a vegetable frittata. I have never made one before, but we all love quiche. I am hoping for good things. I am basing it off this recipe from “Taste of Home.” According to the recipe as written, it contains:

1 serving (1 each) equals 177 calories, 12 g fat (2 g saturated fat), 213 mg cholesterol, 264 mg sodium, 10 g carbohydrate, 2 g fiber, 8 g protein.

Here is the recipe as written (and the link back because TFGND does NOT plagarize)



  • 1/2 cup chopped onion
  • 1/2 cup chopped green pepper
  • 1/2 cup chopped sweet red pepper
  • 1 garlic clove, minced
  • 3 tablespoons Daily Chef 100% Pure Olive Oil, divided
  • 2 medium red potatoes, cooked and cubed
  • 1 small zucchini, cubed
  • 6 eggs
  • 1/2 teaspoon salt




  1. In a 10-in. cast-iron or ovenproof skillet, saute onion, peppers and garlic in 2 tablespoons of oil until the vegetables are tender. Remove vegetables with a slotted spoon; set aside.
  2. In the same skillet over medium heat, lightly brown potatoes in remaining oil. Add vegetable mixture and zucchini; simmer for 4 minutes.
  3. In a bowl, beat eggs, salt and pepper; pour over vegetables. Cover and cook for 8-10 minutes or until eggs are nearly set. Broil 6 in. from the heat for 2 minutes or until eggs are set on top. Cut into wedges. Yield: 4-6 servings.

     Now, I plan on adding broccoli, bok choy, cauliflower and just a sprinkling of  two-percent milk based cheese on top. I also intend on cutting out the olive oil all together and using chicken broth to simmer my veggies. Because I will be using my well-seasoned iron skillet, I shouldn’t need any oils to season the bottom. If I do, then I plan on using about a teaspoon of Olive Oil spread generously around with a paper towel. Anyway, these are my PLANS.

    Tune in tomorrow when I reveal the torture I have been inflicting on myself. Thank you for reading.

Disclaimer One: I am not a doctor, I do not play one on tv or on my blog. What works for me may not work for you. I believe no food is off-limits. I am not vegetarian nor vegan. I am not low-carb. That is MY choice. I do not disparage those who are. We all have to do what works for us.

Disclaimer Two: I received no financial endorsement or freebies or anything else from Zaxby’s (although if they want to load me up on free Zalads, I am more than happy to accept.) They are yet another company that has no clue of my existence.







Weigh In Day or Day 14

     I hope each of you will bear with me as I learn my way around WP. I’ve never had a blog before and I really need to sit down when I have a chance and learn how to make it look all pretty and stuff. After all, I want to keep your attention. Pure white space can look pretty boring. I also apologize for the extreme amounts of compound sentences you’ll find. I am so bad about talking without breathing and I figured my blog should be me. Am I right?

     I was mistaken yesterday when I said so far I lost 5.6 pounds. I was off by .2. It was late, I was tired and I was watching television. The first week, I actually lost 5.8 pounds. Today I found in the past week I lost……3.2 pounds!!! I am down 9 pounds in two weeks. I did a little happy dance. 9 pounds sounds like a lot, doesn’t it? And it is. I am proud. However, I know it is just coming off so rapidly right now because I am so overweight. After awhile, it will trickle down and I will lose less and less. And that my dear readers is when I will need you to cheer me on harder.

     To me, one of the most important parts of losing weight is tracking my food. My sister recommended and it has been a lifesaver. Every food I put in my mouth is already in the database. I entered my current weight, my goal weight, how much I wanted to lose (2 pounds per week) and it told me how many calories I could consume a day. Every 10 pounds, it will lower my allotted calories. Which means I will soon have to give up some calories.

     I am going to be perfectly honest. My starting weight was 300 pounds. That is a lot for a 5 foot 3 inch frame to carry. Especially one with a bad heart. Currently, my allotted calories are 1430. I try not to hit it. I like to stay under by about 100 and so far I have not eaten ANY of my exercise calories. Each time I log, MFP subtracts what I have eaten and leaves me a balance. When I exercise, it adds calories back in a separate category. So far, I have not eaten any of those calories. BUT. They are there for special occasions. If you have a MFP, please feel free to add me. I am Beverly6799.

     My youngest daughter prefers  It’s not to my liking. I find the database less complete than MFP. I also dislike that it allows her to go under 1200 calories a day. MFP does not allow for that. The whole point is not to diet, but to learn the correct way to eat. That being said, it is better to track than not track.

     Tomorrow, I will tell you all about my torture exercise program. I know today was kind of boring. But please stick with me. I just have to spend the first few entries letting you know what and how I am doing this, so you will understand.

     Just think! If you know me personally, you can now say, “WOW! I knew she was fat, but I didn’t know she was THAT fat.” or “I thought she was fatter.” If you, too, are overweight, you can feel good about yourself by thinking either “If she can do it, I can do it.” or “I may be large but at least I’m no 300 pounder.” C’mon ladies (especially) don’t lie. You know we sit at the mall, a restaurant, at home, a bar, the store and judge our size by everyone else we see. If you’re skinny and beautiful then I hate you. Okay, not really, but I could probably eat you. Especially when you tell me you just plain forgot to eat. Anyway, THIS fat girl next door needs to get off her tush and do her exercises. Until tomorrow my friends!

Oh, I almost forgot. Disclaimer: Neither My Fitness Pal nor Lose It have given me any type of incentive to endorse or mention them. They don’t even know I exist. Also, both are available for Android or iPhone or PC.


Welcome to The Fat Girl Next Door

I wasn’t always the Fat Girl Next Door. Once Upon a Time, I was even called “skinny bones” by my classmates. I rode my bike EVERYWHERE. Then, I turned 16, got my drivers license and basically quit exercising. The hows and whys of how I turned into The Fat Girl Next Door is the subject for another day. Today’s first blog is just to introduce myself and let y’all know what’s going on.

What’s going on is I am TIRED of being the Fat Girl Next Door. So, quietly, two weeks ago, I decided to take steps to change that. I enlisted the help of the hubby, the sister, the oldest and youngest daughter, the oldest son and a dear friend. They are my cheerleaders. Cause honey, I can NOT do this without cheerleaders to pick me up and encourage me.

I’m NOT on a diet. I am trying to change my life. No food is off limit. I am just learning portion control and I am learning that while the occasional cheeseburger is just fine, the daily cheeseburger is not. I’m also learning how to exercise. I spent week one just adjusting to the lifestyle change. After I conquered the sweating, nausea and irritability that accompanied giving up crack, I mean soda (according to the hubby my 36 soda a week habit was a little much. Yes, I drank diet. You know, a large burger, fries, shake and ummm a Coke Zero, please.) I decided that maybe some exercise should accompany the better eating plan.

I have worked out almost a week now. And I feel……like I am GOING TO COLLAPSE AND DIE. I do NOT feel great. It hurts to squat down to sit on the potty. Last night, I though I was going to have to spend the night in the bathroom because standing up hurt so badly. I am NOT exaggerating. Tomorrow will be the end of week two and the beginning of week three. At least, I have graduated from hurting and panting from just kneeling down to put the DVD in the player. Now, in just one week, I can insert the DVD AND follow it. And that, is progress.

I found out, under the fat, there seem to be muscles. At least, I am assuming that’s what is hurting. I never heard anyone say, “Oh my aching fat.” or, “I pulled my fat today.” I have certainly NEVER had my fat hurt before, so I am going to go with muscles hidden deep inside.

Tomorrow is weigh-in day. We shall see how things are going. I am hoping to add you, my dear readers, to my cheer-leading section. My goal is to lose 2 pounds per week. The first week, I lost 5.6 pounds, but since I am the Fat Girl Next Door, I can expect to lose a little more in the beginning. And to shed half my body weight. Which should ONLY take until June 15th!!!! Oh yeah, of 2015.

I hope you will keep reading. I plan on making you laugh. I will also share my menus, my exercise routine, my ups and my downs and some of my recipes. For now, I am going to let my noodle arms relax.