But if we can step outside of the fat obsession perfectionistic silliness for a second, if you do need to lose weight and could use a little support, check out my friend Rebecca’s new e-book, Your Twitter Diet, all about how she used Twitter for help losing the lbs. It comes out next week and you can download FOR FREE tomorrow, Feburary, 2, Groundhog Day.

How appropriate that the giveaway is on Groundhog Day, because anyone who has ever dieted knows the feeling that she’s doing the same thing again and again. Hopefully this funny, fun book (her blog, Doesthisblogmakeuslookfat.com is a riot) will break you of that, AND help you figure out how to use Twitter if you haven’t yet. And I haven’t, really, so I’ll be clicking myself a copy.

Anyway, here’s the link to Amazon, but through here you can get it’s also free any which digital way you do it. Let Rebecca know what you think!

A little something I wrote for Best Life. Let me know what you think! Steph

Aspire Gently

When I was home sick as a kid, I watched a show in which the puppeteers used to wave goodbye to the children watching: “Bye-bye, Billy!” “Adios, Alison!” They never once said, “See ya, Stephanie.” I guess at the time, in the ‘70s, my name wasn’t very popular. Thousands of dollars and years of therapy later, I am over it.

That said, I have that same feeling whenever I hear some talk show host speaking passionately about the importance of having goals and milestones that you can check off after having achieved them. The camera always pans to the audience, heads bobbing with understanding and recognition of this essential truth. Once again, I feel like the speaker is not addressing me, or people like me, who need to resolve to aspire to something else: dialing it down a little.

You can read the rest here at BEST LIFE.

]]> http://www.formerlyhot.com/2012/01/new-years-evolution/feed/ http://www.formerlyhot.com/2012/01/perspective-people/ http://www.formerlyhot.com/2012/01/perspective-people/#comments Tue, 03 Jan 2012 02:50:37 +0000 StephanieDolgoff http://www.formerlyhot.com/?p=3164 I just read your book and appreciated it, though I can’t really relate. Not only am I 15 years older than you, I was never hot.  I have a mild case of cerebral palsy;  while I can, thank God, walk and talk, I limp and my right arm swings like a broken tree branch.  When I shop for clothes, style doesn’t count.  Can I get into it by myself?  Will these shoes support my right ankle?  I have never been a sex object, though I’ve been lucky enough to be married to a great guy and have a 16 year old son.  Count you blessings, ladies.  At least you had your day.  Sincerely, Cathy Wood

I was just shy of 41 when I needed to wrap up some Christmas shopping in 2009.  My mother-in-law wanted a specific birdhouse at a store somewhere out in the boonies and time was running out.  I was sick and tired–both of shopping AND legitimately ill–and didn’t have the energy to doll up for a dreary December drive to the country.  Hence, the velour/croc ensemble.

The guys at the bird store were very helpful, and even a bit flirty despite my haggard look, so I actually had a brief “I’ve still got it” moment as I strutted back out to the car with a pep in my croc…even spinning around with a smile as they called after me with a “Miss” (instead of the dreaded “Ma’am”).  Well, my ego boost was short-lived.  Turns out, they only wanted my attention to inform me that “…uh…you have a Cheerio stuck to your bottom.”
Let the Formerly Phase begin.

Its because most men love young girls and men control the medias. The media brainwashes society and we fall right into the trap. We let men make us feel bad about aging and not being perfect. We neglect our career or happiness in favour of trying to look perfect and trying to be young forever! But men can be old and ugly and still be admired. What kind of fucked up world is this?

When I was about to turn 41, I was leaving the city I was living in and was able to buy a dress in the ‘red light’ district (which doesn’t have anything bigger than size 6) for my farewell party. Then I moved to the suburbs, got remarried. And last year my 13 year old step daughter wore the dress to a birthday party. I told my friends the story and one of the husbands replied, “that was a farewell dress. Farewell to size 4.”