Wednesday, May 26, 2010

BIG GIRL PANTIES~ Some wear them. Some need to wear them. Others just need to pull them up.

Big girl panties. So many things come to mind when I hear or say "Big girl panties".

For instance, when I've said "Pull up your big girl panties" I may have been talking to my daughter when I was potty training her.

OR I may have been(wishing I was) talking to someone who was whining about something that in reality wasn't a big issue, they took wrong or just have to be wronged for attention...and then "Pull up your big girl panties" had a whole new meaning.

I think sometimes it's not what is said but how it is said. Well, not sometimes, almost all the time.

Of course big girl panties could be in reference to the size of my panties, but usually I call them my GRANNY PANTIES.

Why is big girl panties on my mind this morning???....

I haven't done potty training with my rugrats in a long time, though by the 4th child I have to say I was pretty good at it. Our youngest was potty trained shortly after turning a year old.

Sadly I wear big girl panties.......though they have gotten smaller lately....

And though there have been times lately that I've wanted to shout from the rooftops "PULL UP YOUR BIG GIRL PANTIES" I have refrained.

Maybe it's because I wish so much that I didn't have big girl panties......or because I want so much to shout "Pull up your big girl panties" that it is on my mind.

Maybe it's because I refrain from telling someone to pull up their big girl panties that I shove the food in my mouth to keep the words from coming out which in return causes my rear to require big girl panties.

This is a question to ponder.....A question I probably really know the answer to already.

Isn't it funny how when we step back and take a good look at ourselves and our lives we see patterns. Patterns in others around us and patterns in ourselves. Like how I'll be the first to admit, when my stress level goes up so does my food intake. When my stress level sky rockets my food intakes stops all together.....but on that stress ride back down... the food intake sky rockets.

When I eat healthy I feel better and much like my diet, my life feels balanced and in control.

But when I eat these unhealthy foods because I'm stressed or not feeling good about myself it only increases the problem! The unhealthy food makes me feel like crud and then the weight the unhealthy food packs on makes me feel like crud about myself, which can OF COURSE only be fixed by eating more CRUD...right?

WRONG! WRONG! WRONG!..... I'm talking to me here not you.... You probably already know this....and while my brain knows this my mouth hasn't figured it out completely yet.

My weight loss has been going EXCELLENT. I've been feeling better than ever and then I step off of the cliff. I free fall into a bowl full of junk food. I Waller around in it complaining about how I keep eating junk and I need to get back on track.......and then I eat more junk.

So what I'm really trying to tell myself is "PULL UP YOUR BIG GIRL PANTIES, PUT DOWN THE CHEESE AND PICK UP THE APPLE!"

The end.

Do you ever have the same pattern?


  1. Totally there with ya babe right now. I feel tired and cruddy plus don't feel much like cooking. I know I need to exercise and eat better to feel well but??? My big girl panties certainly need a hike.

  2. Are you kidding cous? I INVENTED the "pattern" my saying during my weightloss adventure has been I "just got off at the wrong off ramp, and I will get right back on the freeway at the next ON ramp.

  3. That phrase has always cracked me up! weightloss and everything that goes with it sucks in my opinion... It's not fun but worth it in the end... You're awesome!!! :)

  4. Lived the pattern and am working diligently to change that pattern. It's just an ingrained HABIT but man, those habits are butt-kicking. Yesterday standing in the checkout line, the lady ahead of me stalled out (something wrong w/card) & I was stuck in front of the candy. I put some on the conveyer, took it off the conveyer (I'm talking inside my head the entire time), put another on the conveyer, took it off. In the end, I did NOT buy any M&Ms. This is a miracle. Then I stopped by Arby's and bought a roast beef to celebrate... one forward, fifty backwards. I'd have been better off with the M&M's! Yeah, nan, keep telling yourself that...

  5. I'm sorry you all struggle with this too. It's comforting to know I'm not alone in how I feel but..........

    Nan, sometimes I think you live in my head!

  6. hey new to your blog. found you on sits. hilarious post. i used to have great eating habits till i got pregnant and now...even tho my kid is 7 months old. i still eat like im prego. i cant let go of my newly acquired sweet tooth.

  7. Adriana- Welcome to my blog! Thank you for the compliment. =)

    7 months fun. My youngest is 10 and since we were blessed with her via adoption if I'm going to be honest here (and we all know that's the only way I roll) I have to fess up that my youngest THAT I GAVE BIRTH TO will be 17 in two weeks....and eating like I'm still prego had become a way of life for me..... No more...No more...No more. Please GOD no more... smile...

    Again welcome and together we can support each other to put down the cheese (or the M&M's) and pick up that apple!

    Look forward to getting to know ya. Have an excellent weekend!