Here's a sampling of Miriam Lazewatsky's blogs...
Miriam Lazewatsky wails how UNFAIR life is for fatties who never
learned the right times to just STFU and go on a fuckin DIET:
MIRIAM LAZEWATSKY FAILS TO REALIZE HER SHITTY HEALTH
IS DUE TO HER FAT ASS
Ugh. Feelings.
(TW for weight loss) http://atheologist.tumblr.com/post/78400864190/ugh-feelingsMy 30th birthday is coming up in just a couple months and I feel like I’m starting to see some small changes in my body that are triggering some really uncomfortable feelings. Namely, even though my weight hasn’t changed, my waist and ribcage seem to have gotten a bit bigger in just the past few months. I’m having trouble finding new jeans that fit right and my bras aren’t fitting right, either - even ones that I remember fitting fairly recently.
It’s making me want to try losing weight again and I really don’t know how I feel about that. Semi-separately, I’d really like to eat more healthfully and start exercising more regularly, both of which are going to be sort of difficult for the next few months for a variety of reasons. I’m planning on moving in with my boyfriend this summer, and he knows I’d like to find a building with a gym as one of the amenities. It might even be within our budget, though at the higher end. Also, he’s very aware of healthy eating and cooks more than I do. Not that he’s ever even hinted at wanting me to lose weight, but the food and exercise situation should change.
But that’s off topic. I’m just feeling a little weird* about getting older and my body changing in ways that make me uncomfortable and make my clothing fit me differently.
*It should tell you something that I just accidentally wrote “weight” instead of “weird.” Shows you where my head is, right?
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| Miriam Lazewatsky fails to realize her FAT ASS is causing the "discomfort" |
http://donewiththisshit.tumblr.com/post/318608952/please-let-it-all-be-over
Things that have happened since 2010 began:
- I was drugged at a club on NYE and don’t remember most of the night.
- A guy I’d been talking with online saw a picture of me and immediately cut communication, saying I’m not his “type.” (Man code for not pretty enough and/or too fat.)
- Another guy went from fun, interesting conversational emails, to one liners asking “what are you looking for” after I sent (fully clothed) pictures. I’m looking to date. Apparently, he was looking for a quick fuck.
- My credit card company tried to take the full amount on my card out of my bank account, overdrawing me by several thousand dollars.
- When I called to remedy the situation, I got lectured on not being careful enough with the buttons on the website. (It happened because I didn’t realize the buttons had reset with the website forced me to go back and change the date of my payment because it was too close to my previous payment.)
- The police officer who just called me back to talk about my NYE experience basically told me I was lying when I said I’d only bought/had two drinks at the club because “everyone drinks on New Year’s eve,” and then yelled at me for not going to the hospital. I have no fucking memory of the night and you’re reprimanding me for not doing something during a period I can’t remember and during which I could barely walk? Take it up with my friends - not me.
- None of my close friends lives near me, I’m single, and I feel like I can’t talk to my parents about any of this.
- I don’t see my therapist until Thursday.
What did I do to deserve this?
Edit: And now, because of the credit card debacle, my rent check will bounce unless my landlord intervenes with the bank. FML.
Miriam Lazewatsky blogs about getting butthurt on New Year's Eve...http://donewiththisshit.tumblr.com/post/313260485/rough-and-tumble
New Year’s Eve was not what I had expected. As I previously mentioned,
several friends and I bought tickets to the NYE celebration at a club in
the city. We had a few drinks at home before heading out - and waiting
in line for half an hour (even with tickets) to get in.
Fine.
I had two more drinks while at the club. I checked my bank statement
yesterday morning to make sure I didn’t buy anything else, and I didn’t.
The last thing I remember is talking -lightheartedly arguing - with
some guy about the origin of my name.
Next thing I remember, I woke up in my own bed and it was 6 am. My best
friend, who was staying with me for a few days, explained that a friend
had brought me home not long after midnight, barely able to walk.
This is not normal for me. I have never blacked out while drinking, and
am generally good about knowing my limits. I actually made it through
four years of college without ever even getting sick from overindulging.
Four drinks, even four strong ones, should not have caused these
effects.
Weirder still, another friend got very sick just minutes before I did.
We were both fine, and then, in less than a minute, couldn’t even stand
up. Neither of us had ever blacked out before. Neither of us can
remember what happened that night.
Thank God we were with friends who made sure we got home safely.
I felt like death all day yesterday. Before 10 pm, the only things I
“ate” were chicken brother, tea, and water. It felt like a normal
(though bad) hangover, but I’m not convinced. The friend and I (and the
people we were with) think we may have been drugged. Honestly, it’s
hard to know, and impossible to prove, but not out of the realm of
possibility.
So happy fucking new year. 2010 has to be better than the night that started it.
Miriam Lazewatsky blogs about her IUD:http://donewiththisshit.tumblr.com/post/320934479/possibly-tmi-but
I got the Mirena IUD two days ago, and am officially in love with it. Cramping and spotting are minimal, it was free through my student health plan, and now I don’t have to worry about accidentally getting pregnant for the next five years. I know I don’t want kids soon - if at all - so I’m pretty thrilled. I know that Mirena is marketed for women who have already had children, but my student health center had no problem giving me one.
Um...for guys who might be reading this, you'll really want to insist on a condom
anyway, for obvious skanky reasons :P
Miriam Lazewatsky blogs about her saggy tits (in addition to her numerous
fat rolls):
I’m a woman with naturally large breasts (32G), and, as naturally large breasts, they have stretch marks and aren’t perky.
Miriam Lazewatsky disses her roommates on her blog: "One of my roommates (he of the “obese nurses” comment) tweeted today about not having any hot water in the shower this morning instead of telling me outright that he thought I was in the shower for too long. We live in a 100+ year old house with gas heat. Hot water sometimes runs out, especially when you’re the last person to shower. I was the second to last. Was I in there a bit longer than I should have been? Entirely possible - time tends to get away from me when I wake up with a migraine, since hot water is extremely helpful.
The other thing you shouldn’t do, unfortunately, is try to take a shower when the other shower is already in use. I know it sucks, but despite having two full bathrooms, we never have enough pressure or hot water for both to be in use at the same time. Most of my shower was lukewarm at best, and a second person trying to shower made it much worse.
He could have easily banged on my bathroom door and asked me when I’d be done. I don’t mind, and the passive aggressive shit is, well, childish. Especially for someone who is 31. I’m sorry the house isn’t newer, I’m sorry we run out of water, and I’m sorry you’re not adult enough to have a discussion about it. We’re all on different schedules for the most part, so when they do coincide, you might have to actually speak up.
*sigh* I know I should bring this up myself, but I don’t like confrontation."
Nope, she doesn't like confrontation...but she loves assraping her roommates behind their backs. Real. Nice.
Miriam Lazewatsky blogs about her saggy tits: “I’m a woman with naturally large breasts (32G), and while I don’t feel pressure to actually cover them up, I do sometimes feel as though I’m oversexualized or not taken seriously in some academic settings because of my bra size. The shame isn’t about how I dress them, but about the fact that, as naturally large breasts, they have stretch marks and aren’t perky. They aren’t “perfect.”
Ew. Just ewww...
Miriam Lazewatsky spends most of the blog rationalizing her obese 180 pound ass: “I’ve done Weight Watchers many times over a ten year period, and now probably weigh 15-20 lbs. more than I ever did at my heaviest while on WW, but am just as healthy as I ever was. “
“My thighs rubbed when I wore a size 6 and they rub now at a size 12. It’s more about build than size. Women with narrow set hips naturally have thighs that are closer together, and I’ve seen girls who couldn’t have been bigger than a size 4 whose thighs clearly rubbed as they walked. You can buy a product called “body glide” at most sports stores. It looks like a stick of deodorant and is meant for runners, but works just as well for thigh chaffing. I wear tights in the winter and peachy colored bike shorts in the summer with skirts to prevent chaffing. There’s no way I can wear a skirt without anything under it regardless of season.”
Miriam Lazewatsky also blames society for calling her fat ass what it is: ““Fat” is only bad if you think it means bad, unhealthy, lazy, etc. Why is it that you’re willing to talk about fat only when you’re losing it? Why talk about fat at all, then?”Miriam Lazewatsky rationalizes her rape fantasies: “I’ve said this before: Fantasies are not necessarily things we want to happen in reality. They are just as they are presented. Fantasies, and often nothing more.” Get thee to a DICTIONARY, dummy!
Abnormally obese Miriam tries to dictate ‘normality’: “23 is too young to have had this many alterations.” Maybe when your BMI is less than her age, Miriam Lazewatsky, people might actually care about your appearance suggestions, kthxbye. :P
Truth alert: Miriam Lazewatsky actually ain’t as “healthy” as she rationalizes...
"As I mentioned in my previous post, I’m apparently having insulin issues. Elevated insulin plus borderline blood glucose means some sort of metabolic disorder. I have no symptoms of either type 1 or 2 diabetes, nor do I have classic symptoms of metabolic syndrome. In fact, the only reason I pushed my doctor to run so many blood tests is because I’d gained 20 lbs in a fairly short amount of time. Neither of us expected anything to come back as abnormal.
I thought I’d be relieved to find that the weight gain had a physiological cause; instead, I feel broken, defective. Even though I cognitively know that it was likely the elevated insulin levels that caused me to gain weight and that I eat fairly normally (despite my issues with getting in enough fruits and vegetables), I still feel as though this is somehow my fault. That cultural assumption that insulin related disorders are a direct result of an individual’s weight and eating habits is whispering in my ear that this is my fault for being fat. My fault for not eating perfectly. My fault for…having a family history of diabetes and hypoglycemia?
Not only do I feel as though it’s my fault, but I feel as though I’m a failure."
Well, Miriam Lazewatsky, you're the one who's repeatedly failed at Weight Watchers...Oh, and Miriam Lazewatsky loves her IUD
I got the Mirena IUD two days ago, writes Miriam Lazewatsky, and am officially in love with it. Cramping and spotting are minimal, it was free through my student health plan, and now I don’t have to worry about accidentally getting pregnant for the next five years. I know I don’t want kids soon - if at all - so I’m pretty thrilled. I know that Mirena is marketed for women who have already had children, but my Harvard university student health center had no problem giving me one.
Miriam Lazewatsky gets pissed when people describe her as she obesely IS:
"We went to the police today about being drugged on NYE. Honestly, I was surprised they bothered to take a statement, since we have no evidence besides the memory loss and what we were told about our behavior that night.
Before taking a statement, the officer went down a list of questions with my friend and then with me: name, address, phone number, email, height, weight. Except, he didn’t ask me my height or weight.
When we got our copies of the report, I noticed that he made me an inch too tall and 40 lbs. too light. At the height/weight he guessed for me, I would wear approximately a size six and would look very thin. As it is, I wear a size 12 and am quite average sized.
But the thing that made me pause was what he wrote into the section asking him to describe my body type: Stocky.
Stocky?
I shouldn’t be bothered, but stocky is for big, broad football players, not average sized, somewhat short women. Apparently, I can take calling myself fat or chubby or round, or even obese (which is technically true), but I still don’t want anyone else to recognize any of those things in me. I think I take a bit too much pride in thinking that I look like I weigh less than I do, and when something happens that challenges how I think about myself, I don’t know how to react.”
“I just put on my bathrobe and looked in the mirror,” blogs Miriam Lazewatsky, “The first thought that popped into my head? Damn, I’ve got some awesomely sexy legs. Seriously, tell yourself good things about your body. You need to hear them from yourself” especially if everyone else barfs at your obesity.Dumb bitch Miriam Lazewatsky is blind to context
Miriam Lazewatsky gets hostile when others speak the truth: “In light of recent discussions on Tumblr wherein someone asserted the right to make fun of fat women in tight clothes. To them, I say “Fuck Off!””
“I’m technically speaking, obese,” writes Miriam Lazewatsky, “Sure, my weight is only a little over the line, but you know that “obesity epidemic”? Yeah, I’m a part of that. The vast majority of people who make up that epidemic have BMIs between 30 and 35. In my case, I’d only have to lose 6 lbs in order escape the horrible and painful decline in health that will inevitably plague me as an obese person.”
“I had another appointment with my doctor today. I’ve been seeing a nutritionist/dietitian for a while now, and while I eat normally, my weight seems to keep climbing.” GOTTA WONDER WHAT MIRIAM LAZEWATSKY THINKS COUNTS AS ‘NORMAL’ LULZ
Obese Miriam Lazewatsky has glimpses of the truth: “My round face makes me look bigger than I am - especially that (genetic) double chin. Other days I catch my reflection in a store window as I walk by and can’t help focusing on the fat in the inside of my knees or the fact that my belly jiggles a little in that fitted shirt.” IT’S CALLED ‘FAT’ YOU DUMB BITCH! LOSE IT!!

