Looks like the fatblogging dragnet has caught two big fish over the past two days.
First we got Hugh, and yesterday we landed uber-advertising guru Joseph Jaffe. Now, Jaffe is truly fat as you could see in CalacanisCast 11. By landing him we landed like 30 pounds of pure fat.... this is big. The more fat we land the more we can lose. :-)
What does it mean to be part of the movement? Very simple:
1. Blog your weight/thoughts about weight loss each day (you don't have to put the number in the subject line if you don't want... but I think that's fun).
2. Search for Fatbloggers daily (i.e. on Technorati or Google Blog Search)
3. Link to and comment on blog posts by other fatbloggers. Share your ups, downs, and tips.
Basically it's an online support and education group. I've learned so much from the tips in my comments, and by searching for the fatblogging tag/keyword. I've started using the Polar heart monitor and the BMI scale thanks to comments, and I've jumped into the whole walking vs. running debate.
Jaffe Joins Fatblogging Movement
Reader Comments
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I am a senior citizen lacking in proficient technical computer skills. I'm not at all sure how this should go. I've never tried 'blogging' or journaling online before. Nevertheless, here goes. I believe, from my experience, that writing down feelings and events makes a greater impact on the subconscious mind (the seat of memory and habit). I pray this practice will gather together my wandering thoughts and help me to reduce my weight and, further, keep it off. I've stuggled most my life (since childhood) to reach and maintain a 'normal' size and weight. I am 68 now. In my youth these efforts were mainly for appearance sake. In the autumn of my life it is primarily for health reasons, although I would like to look better as well. My body is breaking down from the strain of carrying the excess weight for so many years. Diabetes knocked on my door a few years ago -- glaucoma made it's appearance, then a stroke in my eye with major loss of vision; next came neuropathy in my feet -- high blood pressure -- sleep apnea -- and, yes of course, depression. All the while my diabetes was IN CONTROL according to lab tests. However, I may have had it for years before I was diagnosed. Type 2, not insulin dependent; I hope I can keep it that way. I'm receiving oxygen therapy and take enough pills each day to choke a horse -- on a yearly basis -- just to keep on going. This is not living -- it's existing. It's surviving. It's less than I envisioned at this juncture of my life. It's no fun, but I do accept responsibility for all of it. I wanted to continue being an active and productive woman in spite of my excess poundage. I carried it well, and I had a pretty face -- I dressed appropriately for work, church, and family picnics! I had an outgoing personality -- loved to laugh and was energetic beyond what you'd expect. I delivered the goods. Then my health began seriously breaking down. A couple times in my weight losing efforts I was able to drop about one hundred pounds. I was successful in keeping most of that weight at bay for a number of years; not without daily attention to my thinking and diet. I had been through the 'trauma of living' many women face; I hung in there and kept the faith -- that things would get better if I kept moving forward. i.e. abusive marriage, divorce just before my 40th birthday, fininshed raising my three teens alone; experienced further failed relationships, etc. I did well on the job-- I excelled in many areas and worked deligently to get promoted whenever the opportunity arose. I developed a stellar work ethic and strove to maintain it for over 30 years. When my mother became ill at 80, I took care of her in my home while working full time. She lived a year while fighting colon cancer. I was her only child -- she wanted me to take care of her at home during her last months, weeks and the final days of her life. I did so, the very best I could. I am not a nurse. I raised three children so hands-on care of a human being was not foreign to me; however, taking care of an adult with colon cancer who is bedridden is an altogether different challenge. It took all I had, and then some -- but I saw it through to my mother's last breath -- I was by her side till the end. I did not realize the tole that year had taken on me. I began gaining back the weight I'd lost a few years previously -- I was ill and tried hard to snap out of it during what should have been a period mourning the loss of my mother. My work was high-stress and always had been. I was a grandmother with two beautiful granddaughters. They were my greatest delight and I appreciate the fact that I shared many wonderful days with my little girls before my health starting going South. I quit smoking a month after my mother's death due to the pleading of one of my granddaughters. I turned to food even more at a time my body was packing on the pounds day by day..... and so here I am -- at a place in this adventure called life; 100 pounds overweight (which qualifies for the term, morbid obesity). I'm unable to function due to imbalanced emotions and legitimate health challenges. There are concrete physical issues which prevent exercising or hitting the pavement! (Everyone can walk, right? Wrong!) Needless to say -- I have found myself struggling with depression far too many mornings the past few years usually within a couple hours of awakening. I fight it -- I read inspirational material -- I pray affirmatively -- I use positive 'self-talk' ad infinitum. I challenge the situation I find myself in, each and every day. I've hit the wall. I believe I may have ADD -- I certainly seem to demonstrate several symptoms. My mind races with many ideas seemingly all at the same time. Some are pretty good ones; however,my body will not keep up, and I forget most as quickly as they entered my mind. I seem to go in circles around my house, trying to accomplish the very basics of living. Some days I do pretty well. I'm always fighting pain in my feet and knees, but I'm grateful to still be mobile though sometimes with the assistance of a cane or a walker. What knocks me down is the sudden fatigue that seems to accompany my condition. Part of the cause may be the medication I take, though doctors don't admit to it. My mind flits from one thing to another though I plan and organize things on paper; I make lists as is suggested in the books I've read. I rarely get off 'ground zero,' yet I manage to make another mess in the attempt and soon forgot where I was at the time I was called away to another project begging for attention. All of this sends me to the refrigerator -- and back to the excess weight situation along with the rationalizations -- i.e. STINKING THINKING. That was the long way around
Charlie Brown's barn. I am finished writing for today. I hope I remember how to get back here. I think this could be therapeutic, and hopefully I can learn from others. Are there any other seniors out there facing similar challenges as I? Thank you, my invisible readers. I trust you're there and can possibly relate to some of what I've described....pretty much me sitting on the pity-pot, I fear! I feel like a dork (as my kids would say). LVB
Posted at 3:01PM on Mar 5th 2007 by LaVonne Burns
9. Gosh, you've been through a lot. You have a lot to be proud of and I found your post inspirational. Good luck!!
Posted at 3:44PM on Mar 17th 2007 by kim
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1. You bastard...calling this a support group and then calling me truly fat :)
I think I'll go and plough through a barrel of krispy kremes.
Posted at 1:14PM on Feb 25th 2007 by Joseph Jaffe