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The End August 15, 2009 |

It's time for a new chapter.

Ava Mazur has left the building.

Lets face it she wasn't that fun anyways. Mostly she was some blubbering slob getting over the loss of a finance' who wasn't that great to begin with. Its been 3years it time to get on with my life. A longer than necessary grieving process to be sure but we all do things in our own time. The point of the matter is I am no longer perpetually single, I'm single on purpose. I'm happy and writing under this sad address is tiresome.

Welcome Annabelle Tinley the girl in the pink polo.

New Blog Link
http://thepinkpolo.blogspot.com/

The girl in the pink polo |

I've been busy. Not being in school is good for my depression. I feel a bit like a new woman or an old woman depending on how you look at it.

When asked what were the best times of your life most people can narrow it down to a school period. High school or college. I suppose I'm a bit more narrow minded than that. The best time of my life was the summer of 2001. It was the summer after my sophomore year of college. I took a three week spanish class and spent the rest of the time barely working at dominos. I drank with my friends, I ate what I wanted, I took long walks around the little lakes at winona. I purchased a size 14 jeans from gap and paired it with a size XS pink polo shirt from gap. Sure it was a men's extra small but still I've never before or since used an X in my size to indicate smaller. The scale was 179lbs.

Its only been 10 weeks of really doing something about the near 100lbs I've accumulated since that time and the process at time seems dauting. But allready I'm starting to feel like I did that summer long ago. The girl who despite not being a waif got her rump pinched at bars. The girl who would occassionally catch her self in the mirror and smile rather than frown.

Despite it not being my wiegh in day I cheeted and sneeked a look at the scale. 10 weeks down. 10% of my body wieght gone. A staggaring 27.8lbs to be exact. I went from not being able to run a minute without gasping for breath to running for 20 minutes and still being able to physically walk out of the gym without support. I'm scouting potential oportunities to move back to Chicago. I'm becoming that someone that I never thought I could be.

I run. I read more. I listen to music about 10x's as often as I watch TV. I recycle and bring my own bags to the store. I embrace being prissy. I have organic wheat beer in my fridge. I don't care that organic is a crock because I think its charming. Despite still being desperating obese could it be I'm embrassing my inner girl in the pink polo?

I'm taking a rather sloppy approach to my wieght loss. This could either end in horridness or turn out to be the best way to do it. I eat cupcakes, I drink beer and even still sneek the occasional camel light. However instead of doing these things 95% of time its more like 10% and isn't that resonable?

Then today I was reading a book "Diet Girl" which was adapted from a blog. It was the last few pages and after 7 years and half her body weight I read her moment when she realized the was "done" Like in the movies iTunes played the perfect song on cue "Proud" by heather smalls (also known as the biggester loser last season theme song).

I had my toubles with the book. I got a little done with shauna when she got thinner than me and found her other half....well maybe I was more jelous than done. But by the end I realized that I have so much in common with this person. I'm fat, I avoid, I blame...but at the same time I'm so much better than that. I'm so much stronger than that. I will get there. I will fit into clothes at H&M I will be happy.

I allready am.

P.S. Toliet seat situation is worsening. The break has severed clean through. Too cheep to replace.

fatty July 27, 2009 |

How is it that I am losing weight yet yesterday I sat down on my toilet seat and it broke. If that isn't bad enough this is the second toilet seat my fat ass has broken in the last month. This one was even a premium wood one...split just like that. I have been sitting on toilets all my life two in one month. That's just fucking rediculous.

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Jobs July 25, 2009 |

I spent 2 hours yesterday witting a wonderful suck up coverletter only to find out when I applied for the job that I couldn't attach it (or my resume for that matter). I don't think I have ever been able to actually just attach my cover letter and resume to apply for a job so it makes me wonder why i spend so much time obsessing over it.

Super Fit July 23, 2009 |

You know you are fat when you are running on the treadmill and your belly roll flops and lands on the emergency stop causing you to come to a screeching halt and almost fall down.

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Spagheetti & Bolognese Sauce July 21, 2009 |

Time to dinner: 25minutes

Ingredients
8oz whole wheat pasta
1 lb lean ground beef
1/4 red onion chopped
1 big green bell pepper (or two small ones)
2 tsp Tastefully simple garlic-garlic....or 2 cloves of garlic minced
1 (28 oz) can diced tomatoes (I like the garlic and olive oil ones)
1 cup loosely packed fresh basil (cut into thin strips)
1 tbsp red pepper flakes
salt to taste

  1. Break apart and brown the beef for about 5minutes
  2. Add the chopped onion and bell pepper continue to cook for another 5minutes
  3. Stir in the tomatoes, basil, salt, red pepper flakes and garlic...cook until slightly thickened about 10minutes
  4. Cook the pasta according to package
  5. Toss the pasta in the sauce
Makes 4 generous servings.
Approximately 8pts per serving

This is my adaptation of the weight watchers recipe "Spaghetti with Quick Bolognese Sauce," as found in Momentum cookbook.

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Flight of the concords - I'm not crying |

Biography

"Ava Mazur (alias) was born July 20th, 1981. She is the only child to two very normal middle class parents who were so wonderful she can’t even blame them for all of her problems. While her parents both worked Ava was lovely attended to by her overprotective, well intended however extremely paranoid paternal grandmother. She attended St.Peter’s Lutheran school in Schaumburg, IL from kindergarten until 8th grade where she achieved mediocre grades and participated in: girlscouts, basketball, cheerleading, equestrian and band. After graduating from St.Peter’s she attended James B. Conant Highschool in Hoffman Estates, IL. Where she got her first boyfriend, first job (a bather brusher & fill-in obedience instructor) at PetsMart. She also met her fabulous bff Cobie. She was published in the schools literary magazine in 1999 effectively beginning and ending her writing career. She continued her participation in equestrian and band. She later joined the Schaumburg Youth Orchestra and participated in several state solo competitions while player her flute. Due to High School bureaucrats she was forced to participate in marching band. But thankfully as a result of a snoozing belayer while rock climbing Ava was able to milk a sprained ankle for a year to get out of the senior year season. Furthermore she made a half assed attempt at joining drama (which she hated). High school taught Ava many valuable lessons such as: buying clothes is fun, if you bat your eyelashes you can talk a cop out of giving you a ticket, mothers love buying dresses for special events, driving is awesome even if you have to walk 5 times as far from your parking spot than if you would have taken the bus and sex is fun. Ava’s slightly above mediocre grades were enough to earn a scholarship to Winona State University in Winona, MN. She graduated with a 2.99 (how much does that suck) and a B.S. in Allied Health. In college Ava enjoyed no organized actives, drank with her friends Alice and Rory, slept in, watched mtv, swore off meat, exercised and enjoyed enough camel lights to take years off her life. After Graduation she got a job at Mayo Clinic and bought a beautiful deep purple velvet couch, a car with heated seats and heads-up display as well as a house. She spent tons of her parents money on a wedding that never happened. And applied the remainder of her wedding fund (a gift from her parents) to install Brazilian tiger wood floors in the upstairs of her home. Today Ava is a (distance) student at North Dakota Stat University for a B.S. in Laboratory Science. She lives in Rochester, MN with her beloved bulldogs Belmont and Rosa. She enjoys bad reality TV, finding new music on Pandora, riding her bike and writing amusing stories on her blog. "