17 Body Peace Treaty: Day 2

Gday my lovely fudgies,

We are back today with the 2nd vow from the 17 Body Peace Treaty (haven't seen the first one? http://fudgeperfection.blogspot.ca/2012/07/17-body-peace-treaty-day-1.html )
Just wanted to give a quick shoutout to Team Usa Fierce 5 Womens Gymnastics (Jo, Gabby, Aly, Mckayla and Kyla) for winning gold by 5 points. You inspire me <3
Back to business :)

Vow #2: Never blame my body for the bad day I'm having


Some days, nothing, NOTHING, seems to go your way. Like God, the Universe, what have you, is purposely trying to make your life absolutely unbearable. As if being a teenager isn't enough!

And those days, when you come home exhausted, drained, and just flat-out angry at life, the LAST thing you want is to look in the mirror and see imperfection.
Because God knows THAT is a realistic expection.
So here are some tips to overcome this ridiculous reflex:

1. Learn to recognize those days and AVOID ALL REFLECTIVE SURFACES UNTIL YOU ARE CALM. 
You know it's been a bad day when you come home and yell at a carpet for standing in your way.
I know where you have been; inanimate-object-yelling is a common symptom of bad-day-itis.
So don't rush to your mirror and look at your reflection.
You won't be able to see anything positive in your reflection because today you can't seem to find anything positive ANYWHERE.
Take a breather. Collect yourself. Then proceed to step 2.

2. Get comfortable 
This is defintively not the day to try and squeeze yourself into 00 skinny jeans.
Studies show that women who are wearing comfortable clothing feel a lot more secure in themselves.
And they have looser facial muscles! (BO-NUS)
So get into something you feel great in that doesn't emphasize any of your insecurities and then head on over to step 3.

3. S.M.I.L.E. 
There are very,very,very few people who are grazing the surface of this earth right now who can make frowning look sexy.
Those people are called supermodels and are paid millions of dollars to look like you're feeling right now. And make it look fabulous.
Buuuuuuut that is not our case. Before you look at your reflection, think of something funny.
Your favorite clip from the Ellen show, your baby cousin laughing, that time with your friends when (insert hilarious story that, let's face it, is basically only funny to you guys), whatever it takes to turn that frown UPSIDE DOWN:))))
I can't lie, I kind of hate that expression but it is appropriate in the context here :)
With some extra seratonin in your brain, you will look more positively at your reflection.
And like I said, pure mortals like you and I do NOT pull off the angry mug shot look.
Once you've got your grin face on, step 4 awaits.

4. Thanking, instead of blaming, your body
It's easy to look at your body during a weak moment and blame your «fat» calves for your boyfriend breaking up with you.
First of all, that stupid ex-boyfriend should be lucky, LUCKY I SAY, to date a girl with calves like yours.
Secondly, instead of blaming our body for the crazy scenarios we invision they create, how about we THANK our bodies for what they can do.
Those «fat» calves are strong enough to carry you wherever. To let you run and dance and move freely in space.
That «pelican» nose lets you smell all the delicious pastries and flowers and Bath and Body Works lotion you want.
Isn't that something to be proud of?
To cherish?
I should think so.

I hope that was helpful!
Kind of a long one but I hope I made 17 magazine proud!
love you all more than you know,
xoxoxoxoxoxo
Gabby

17 Body Peace Treaty: Day 1

How are my beautiful fudgies doing today?<3

Before I start, I just wanted to announce that with your help THE FUDGE PERFECTION PROJECT BRACELETS ARE BEING MADE RIGHT NOW!!!!! YAYYYYYY!!!
I am so ecstatic! Thank you all for your help and support.
They will arrive in a couple of week so be patient :)

Now lets get to the order of the day!
I have had this Seventeen Magazine Body Peace Treaty clipping on my desk for several months, and I decided to write about a different vow from this treaty everyday until we go through the entire thing!
Sound good?
Since this is kind of a one way conversation, Im going to take that as a yes...:)

Vow 1: Remember that the sun will rise tommorow even if I had one too many slice of pizza or an extra scoop of ice cream tonight.

Easier said than done, am I right? (Why do I keep asking you guys questions when I KNOW you can't answer them? Maybe they should have never let me out of the looney bin...:P)

But in all seriousness this is so vital to your sanity, so here are a few tips to help you move on from these situations:

1. Remind yourself that indulging once in a while is good, it's HEALTHY, it lets you dip into guilty pleasures, makes you feel a litte rage-against-the-nutritionist rebellious, and overall in the moment makes you feel better. BUT BE CAREFUL: as soon as you are done, MOOOOVVVE ONNNN! Do not dwell, or feel guilty, or panic because according to you, an extra 184 calories will somehow affect the truly awesome individual that you are...

2. When I binged, the part that truly drove me insane was the taste of the food in my mouth. It reminded me of what had happened and enabled me from getting back to real life.
So what I would recommend is, if it is possible, brush your teeth, focusing mostly on your tongue, considering that little sucker holds the guilt-inducing taste buds.
If thats not possible, drinking a couple of chugs of water (I prefer flavored 'cause it tastes like heaven rain...I'm an addict and I'm proud) will wash out the taste and clear your system as well :)

3. Last but not least, GET YOUR MIND OFF OF IT! Read a book, dance around your room (compulsive exercising is NOT AEROBICS, I know your tricks; I used the same ones :P), paint, watch Friends, whatever it takes to make you realize that tommorow you are still gonna be the beautiful person you were before the pizza:)
Also, it wouldn't be a terrible idea to do the 3 things you love about yourself tip right before you go to bed: (GOT NO IDEA WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT? Need a little reminder? http://fudgeperfection.blogspot.ca/2012/02/challenge-5-hungry.html

Thats all for today!
Stay gorgeous, dolls <3
xoxoxoxoxoxoxo
Gabby

Quit. You're Worth It.

...I know. I know. Its been like a week since you've seen a new post. I am ashamed. But I still love you even if you remind me of my absence every two seconds.:P

« I look so good, I look so good, without you»
-Jesse James

Sign my name down on this internet contract, I am officially quitting.
No more tugging at my flesh until it's raw.
I am done with that fudge.
JOIN THE COMPULSIVE LIBERATION MOVEMENT!

Alright, here's the scoop:
Since the 3rd grade Ive been compulsively picking at my skin.
The victim of this abuse: my poor damaged fingers
I never felt the need to stop.
Never gotten infected. Never affected my life.
Why the hell would I?

Thursday. May 17 2012.
I get my Etsy package in the mail (AHHHHHHHHHHH <3) and find that the owner gave me a free ring, just cause she rules.
I slip it on the next day, ever so nonchalantly.
After a particularily awful day I look down at my fingers, expecting to see the nightmare they usually are on 'em types of days.

 They were swollen, yes, but they had not been harmed at all.
As I looked back on my day, I saw myself fiddling and tugging my ring, and not my fingers.

I had quit. And I hadn't even noticed. God bless Etsy.
It's now been 3 days. And already they look much better.
And I FEEL much better.
Freer somehow.
The dark lords of my cuticles have let me go from slavery :P

So why should you quit? If it doesn't hurt you. Not reaaaalllllyy.
um.
Because YOU CAN.
Because you don't need to bite your nails, or pull out your hair, or do whatever to be in control. Or to let out your stress or anger on your body.

You are much to beautiful to be wasting time on such sillyness.
Find your healthy outlet, and soon enough you won't even need it to make it through those tough days.

So in conclusion, etsy saved my life.
Juuuuust kidding. Well...
Anyways, if you ever wonder if or why you should quit, Do. Because you can.
And that should always be enough.

much love and hope I wont desert yall again like that,
xoxoxoxoxo

Gabby

Oh Brother

To all ignored siblings,

It seems as though it can do no wrong. Its every move capts attention, its every word results in devotion. It leaves a trace, an impression, everywhere it lays its dominant foot.
But above all, it turns you into the other sibling.

It: the term used to designate the favorable sibling, for its perfection is beyond human, thus using the pronoun he/she is out of the question.

You feel compelled to despise him, yet you know it isn't its fault.
The people who compare you. The people who expect its clone. The people who everyday bookmark you as its untalented, unnecessary and unworthy of the family name sibling.
They, however, are slightly more to blame.

I know what you're going through. I know where it can take you, but you're not going to reach the edge of that cliff, not with me around, you won't <3

It doesn't matter how perfect your sibling seems, he isn't. I can hear you already:
«BUT OMG YOU HAVENT MET HIM/HER. HE/SHE IS LIKE SO GOOD AT EVERYTHING. »
Ooooh, but I have met him/her. Look up. See that picture? That's my favorable bro.
I could litterally write a novel about his accomplishments, and the number of people in awe of his intellect, but in no shape or form is he perfect.

Seeing perfection in places where it lies not can be detrimental to your entire mental stability.
Cuz seeing is believing. And when you believe such perfection is real, it becomes ubtainable, and down the drain you go, tralilalila pick up an eating disorder here, tralilalila grab a few addictions over there, 'tis the circle of life. A MISERABLE life, that is.

Let's go back to blondie up there; sure he may seem rather flawless, if you only look at his qualities,  
which I admit he does have quite a few, but there is more to him.
My brother, though so talented, cannot pass an art class to save his life.
His social skills? More like lack thereof.
Sure, I'm not fluent in Mandarin, but my English can kick. his. ass.

SEEEEE?! He's not perfect either!
Comparing their strenghts with your weaknesses isn't fair.
And those who do need to stop. Pronto. That includes you too :)
Remind yourself that you got a little bit of awesome going on too, no matter how insignificant you perceive it. Don't know how to? KEEP READING THE BLOG (shameless plug :P http://fudgeperfection.blogspot.ca/)

In conclusion...Stop stressing over sibling-all-mighty. I love you. You're fabulous.
xoxoxoxoxoxo
Gabby