“Boobifull or Faboobless Healthy is the Prettiest”

Yo Bitches – I wrote this for you.  I was inspired by this random photo that I had taken of my daughter and her girlfriends being silly at the mall.  I just love this pic.  So innocent and having so much fun!   Don’t you remember those days……  Please pass along – maybe this look back will inspire more than one to get in and get their Mammogram done.

 “Hey They Came Through – Now How About YOU”

Remember when you couldn’t wait till they were here,

Stuffing your bra – checkin’ ‘em out in the mirror.

They arrived alright – a much awaited debut.

Perky and perfect a dream come true!

And, now for me – They hang so low

I could tie them in a knot or in a bow

But I can still stuff ‘em all nice and tight

Into a Magic bra and – boom – Dynamite!

Your sisters, your melons, your girls your rack…

No matter their name or how high the stack

Way back when they came through for you

Now once a year they deserve a little rendezvous

An appointment, that is, your MAMMOGRAM

Get in there now cuz I give a damn!

Post, Pass and Share

Show your bitches that you care!

With Love & Laughter & Good Health Ever After

~ Suzi, Queen of the JB’s

“Confessions of a Jiggly Bitch”

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It started out like any normal Friday afternoon.  I finished work early as I normally do on Fridays, so that I can pick the chitlans up from school.  I had a half hour to kill before pick up so I happily scurried in to my Trader Joes to pick up a few of my favorite wise choices.

When out of the corner of my eye, I spied this little pretty.

“Meet My Pretty Little Crack Pipe”

She had this beautiful pink cap on and the words “premium natural” and “sweetened light” across her chest.  I thought to myself oh I shouldn’t grab for her I know my weaknesses and this bitch is surely one of them.  But I had never seen this particular one before.  She looked so pretty and sweet and innocent enough all trimmed in her bright pink.

I tried to walk away even rounding the corner towards the Two Buck Chuck wine but she kept whispering my name. I was three steps from safety.  Just three tiny steps to check out.

The friendly Trader Joyer even greeting me warmly and sincerely, stepping into a brand new lane gesturing with her eyes “You over here, you don’t even have to wait – Your special”.  I pulled up and then the dreaded question, “Did you find everything alright”.  Oh damn it, shit, fuck,  I was so close. “Yes, I did….ohh you know what…I did forget something – uhmm just one sec”.  Cue the music from “Dirty Dancing”

I’m coming for you Baby.  I started at a quick walk and finished at a nice paced gallop.  I nabbed her perfectly chilled body and sprinted back to my sweet check out girl.  “Nobody Puts Baby in a Corner”  Especially not this pretty little sweet thing.  Safe in my brown paper sack at last, it was off to the kids school.

I thought of her often in the very back of my SUV.  I thought I should have put her right here near me in the front seat.  But laughed at the thought of me trying to hit my crack pipe in the kids parking lot – while all the other moms stared on.  I’m not sure they have seen that one before!

Well we made it home, my daughter went home with a friend.  My son brought a friend home.  Perfect!  Just the distraction I needed. The boys would play out side and I could bust open my sweet  baby inside – with no audience.

Now come on you have got to know how this ends.  I mean no one builds up a fricken can of whipped cream this much and ends it well!  Unless of course it’s a 50 Shades of Grey reference.   I checked the back of her again for all the sordid details.  Two tablespoons, 15 calories, 1.5 g fat, 1 sugar.  Oh I so got this.  I’ll have a couple spoon fulls and end this madness.

WRONG!  Oh sweet Jesus – this Cabot creature did not lie!  This was pure heaven.  Sweet but not too sweet.  Creamy and light. I tried to put her down.  Even put her back in the fridge twice.  But let’s face it the Bitch had me at “Hello”.  She was going down.  All 33 servings of her! And I’ll tell you what – It didn’t take that long.

Today, a day later….I’m over her now!  I even had to pull her out of the trash so that I could get her stats again – and nothing!  I felt nothin’!

Hey I broke! But let me tell you she was worth it!  So bitches if you break and you will….Enjoy it!  It’s going to happen!  Go ahead and hit your crack pipe – whatever that may be.  You deserve it every once in a while.  The trick is when your off the crack your right back on track!

Don’t beat yourself up.  Pick yourself up and get after it like the true Jiggly Bitch that You are!  A Jiggly Bitch on a Mission! A Fine Ass Jiggly Bitch Kicking the YO – YO and unveiling her MOJO one day, one healthy step at a time. Sprinkled with a couple hits off the ol’ pipe.

With Love, Laughter & Good Health Ever After ~ Suzi

“My Dog Ate My Homework & My Mom Ate Everything Else!”

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Really nothing triggers a stress eating attack like my 4th grade boys – homework!  Three hours of this crap makes me want to curl up in a ball with a box of frozen cream puffs from Sams!  

Luckily – I need to go grocery shopping! This is me people, identifying my trigger – looking it straight in the face and saying “Fuck YOU – give me the Cream Puffs, Bitch”! Ok – now i feel better! Whew – that was a close one!

The Prick Moved and Mama Grooved!

I was fit to be tied if that prick didn’t drop. Lucky for Me I’m at 173!

Ok –  Today was the day – I had to step on this Mother Fucker and see if the prick moved a lick.  And, by prick I mean the little red needle on my ancient dial a scale. Last week I was at -18 fuckers.  A few weeks back I had actually hit -20 fuckers.  But I quickly got jerked back up on the yo yo from hell  and landed at minus 18.  And there I lie deflated but not defeated.

Well my little pretties I’m elated to tell you that I am once again down 2 and am sitting soundly at 173.  Two of those stubborn ass hanger oners gone!  I’m hoping they have flown the coo coo’s nest once and for all!

Hey, let’s face it, this losing shit is hard at any age.  But when your metabolism takes a flying fuck at a rolling donut you my friend have got to – first squish the donut and second figure out how to rev up your engine once again and keep going.  You must reevaluate what you are doing and what you are not doing.  You must find away to move forward or take it from me….Your ass is going to grow and blow right back up that yo-yo.  You came too far and worked too hard for that (like my self talkin’ here). My plan of attack to …dare I say it….to become a runner.

I mean come on – have you ever seen an overweight real runner.  I haven’t and trust me I study those mother fuckers.  I study their long lean muscles.  I study their non jiggly arms.  Their pace. Their stride.

Ok – pay no attention to the New Jersey House Wife hair (maybe Loretta Lynn). Here I am Friday night. Down 20 and feeling Dynamite! (Ok, bottle rockety, maybe not quite dynamite)

And I think to myself….”Bitch” – in an admiring kind of way!

Well – did I mention- surely you have heard by now that I, my friends am now a  runner.  Oh I didn’t – Yea, me – I’m a runner.  I’m a runner like say, Mother Teresa is a rapper.  It doesn’t come natural and I’m sure I don’t look real cool doing it but damn it I’m dropping a rhyme one step at a time.

This is my third week.  I am walking 6mins running 4mins repeat for 30 mins.  Now mind you my 9 year old son (Lucifer) was simply amazed that my “run” portion was actually not my “walk”.  The little bastard laughed, then got off his bike to imitate just how slow I was.  After I tripped his ass I put back in my buds and went on about my not so super sonic stride.

The point is I’m doing it!  And when I’m running with my chest out, my tunes in, listening to my breathing…I’m really really happy!  Wait did I just fucking say that?  Why, yes – I did!  I know it’s only 4 minutes at a time and Lord knows the tiny distance I cover in those four minutes is just that…tiny!  But I’m doing it!  And Lord Have Mercy – Honey Child if I’m doing it then so can you!

Remember 2 weeks ago – I hated every step! HATTTTEEEEDD!  Now I look forward to the 30 mins alone with my tunes and I love the way I feel when It’s done.

I am sure that it is that running that has reved up my stalled engine and allowed me to kick those two little beboppin’ assholes to the curb (#19 and #20)! And let me tell you…2 pounds sounds like small beans.  And yes – if I hadn’t already lost 18 – I would think the same.  But I could not, would not shake those bastards.  It was like trying to shake my husband at a social function at the kids school. It just wasn’t happening.

I look forward to seeing where this whole running thing takes me.  Could I really become an all out true blue runner.  The thought of it makes me laugh out loud.  Come on!  This is me were talking about. But,  I know me and there is one thing I do love….Surprises!

With Love, Laughter & Good Health Ever After!  -Suzi