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Friday, April 19, 2013

Let Me Entertain You...

Hello fellow fatties, bloggers, dieters and beautiful people!

NOTE: This entry will always be posted at the top of our blog. The date will change every day as I add another blog entry. I would like our readers to always be able to view this intro as a way to get to know who the feed bags really are. So please do not let the date of this entry deter you from reading on because our journal has begun long ago!

Before you read any further, I thought that I would take this opportunity to introduce to you both myself and my sponsor and co-dieter, my aunt.

My name is Messa and I am a 3 year old eater who has been dieting for nearly 30 years.

Thursday, April 18, 2013

Reason Your Way Through Addiction

Hidee Ho my lovelies!

I thought I would give you an update on my fellow Feed Bagger and senior piggie, Irene.

I spoke with her last night and she is doing well. Now that she has reached a new decade, her seventies, she has made a vow to not allow dieting to control her life.

This is a new phase in overcoming food addiction. When you start battling your demon addiction, you will notice that making deals with yourself become the norm, a way to get out of the fight for your life. It sounds crazy because it's your life, so why would you want to reason yourself out of healing???

It happens. Especially when you are dealing with food as your substance of choice. It is sooo much harder when food is your drug because we need it to survive. Whereas, street drugs or alcohol are easier to reconcile as these are not essentials for living. When one has more than a few pounds to lose, a total life changing commitment is required in order to overcome ones addiction and have markedly improved health.

At the very beginning of a dietary journey our intentions are the best and we always do a great job the first day. If we haven't quarantined ourselves within a plastic bubble this greatness diminishes the further we are from our start date and the more we are exposed to the elements of every day living. While we cook for our children, mates and special events, we can't expect to be immune from sampling, tasting and participating in the most social of human events. The extraordinary, everyday meal.

I say extraordinary because I look at every meal as a unique, daily gift that is given to us for our benefit or detriment. Let us not fool our eyes. After all, they are symbolically bigger than our stomach. My unprofessional suggestion is to make sure these presents to ourselves and others are wrapped in love. Prepare each one while thinking of what the end effect will be on all those who partake. Nutrients for our bodies don't have to be all quinoa and wheatgrass poured out of a blender. We can still enjoy everything we love as long as we balance our eating AND reasoning.

We all know what our food weaknesses and strengths are. So instead of thinking solely of exercising our bodies to help us lose weight, why don't we start by stretching our brain a little and warm it up to the idea of our new lifestyle change a little at a time? Our eyes don't play tricks on us, our mind does. If we start with our head, our body will follow. Trust me, it takes tonnes (pun intended) of practice!

When you are ready, you will take over the indulging and regain power over your addiction.

Like your food. Love yourself.

Monday, March 25, 2013

Good Stress Produces A Well Balanced Meal

Hey Hey All,

As we all know, stress can lend itself to succumbing to an addiction, no matter how long we have been in recovery. As you also know, The Feed Bags addiction is food and yes, this little piggie is stressed. It's kind of a good stress though, so I don't feel too bad about it. Allow me to elaborate.

Late last year after this little piggie went to the rodeo, there was a problem in my apartment that I made management aware of. In one week they had someone come in three times to look at the damage, take measurements, make notes and put in a requisition for repairs. Or so I thought. Nothing happened between then and as of two weeks ago. And THEN...

Monday, March 18, 2013

Au Revoir Son, Cousin, Husband and Friend

Howdy Y'all,

The Feed Bags would like to announce a hearty Bon Voyage to Lane; the Senior Piggie Irene's son and the Junior Piggie Messa's cousin. 
He is off to Shanghai, China for eight weeks to train with operations management for Hilong
Congratulations and safe travels Lane! You will be missed by all!

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Wednesday, January 2, 2013

The Feed Bags Reunite

2012 Rolled out with a nice little spontaneous family reunion for The Feed Bags.

Lane and Noriko came down from Wetaskawin to pick me up on Friday night and we drove out to Westbank. It was such a peaceful trip. It was the first time I was a long distance passenger in a very long time, almost ten years. In fact the last time I was on a trip with Lane was in 2003 when we were on our way back from Vancouver and we stopped to swim with Oni in the Similkameen River.

Ten years older and hopefully ten years wiser, we arrived very early on Saturday morning and had a

Friday, November 16, 2012

This Little Piggie Went To The Rodeo

Hiya fellow Feed Baggers!

Messa went to the CFR, otherwise known as The Canadian Finals Rodeo. This is an annual trip that I take with my friends the Redman's. This year was a bit different as Dave had to work later in the week. So, Treena, Austin and I drove up ahead of Dave at our usual time and BOY OH BOY... We hit a massive snow storm on our approach to Edmonton, just outside of Camrose actually. 

We checked into our Motel and were snowed in, not literally but we

Wednesday, October 3, 2012

Eating Through Travel, Trauma, Tragedy and Triumph Part Four

Salutations Sweetu's,

When I last left you hanging in gasp of suspense, Jan was on the road to recovery from cancer. Her father's funeral was a week ahead and Lane's wedding was a mere five days away.

It felt good to be home, as good as it get's. My home is the home of my aunt Irene who is also my dietary sponsor. We hugged in the driveway and went inside to lay off my things and take refreshment until the rest of our crew came in from GP, 13 hours N/E of us. 

Two hours passed and then we all heard the roar of Aaron's RAM 3500. The whole town did. George and Tara were literally in tow, with their boys and pooch plus fifth wheel. Hoaky Croaky. Good times were on their way.

Head gasket blown on their Ram, George and Tara were grateful to arrive when they did, despite being 2am and waking up the hood. Hmm, more tragedy? Yeah, kinda...