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A Book So Funny It’s Scary. And You Can Win a Copy!

Back when I was a little baby blogger, Scary Mommy was one of my very first bloggy crushes. I had no idea who she was, of course. Back then, anyone who had more than 150 followers was a Hugely Famous Blogger in my book. But she was funny, and real, and always made me feel better about my parenting skills.

You really should read Confessions of a Scary MommyThat’s probably not a surprise to any of you. Since she’s one of the  biggest bloggers around, chances are you read her too. But I like to think I discovered her first.

Now she’s a published author. Or at least, she will be when her book hits the shelves on April 3.  And I’m not the least little bit jealous (I’m also a liar).

It’s called Confessions of a Scary Mommy, and you guys? It’s a really good book. A laugh out loud funny kind of book.

Each chapter is kind of like a really long blog post. The book has the same humor and flow as her blog, and covers the topics we’ve come to expect from her. She talks about her obsession with birthday parties, her hatred of those perfect, bikini-clad moms, how completely ridiculous the Mom Club is and how obnoxious everybody else’s kids are (because, let’s face it, they are).

It’s a book that can act as both a really effective form of birth control and a lifesaver for an overwhelmed new mom.

It’s also chock full of confessions straight from the Scary Mommy Confessional.  Confessions that will have you nodding along, laughing out loud and shaking your head. You’ll relate to some, judge others, be entertained by all.

What else can I tell you? If you’re a mom, you probably want to read this. If you’re not a mom but think you might like to be one, you really should read this.

And I can give you one. In fact, I can give you an autographed copy of Confessions of a Scary Mommy.

Want it? Then leave me a comment. It’d be awesome if you told me why you’re a scary mommy (or a scary mommy wanna be), but if you’re tired, or stressed, or just don’t have the time to get creative, the sentence “I’d really like to read Confessions of a Scary Mommy” would work.

That’s it. No hoops. No extra entries. Just leave me a comment and I’ll pick a random number. Sound good? Good. I’ll leave this giveaway open until March 3. Now go leave me a comment (with your email address, please).

Disclaimer: Jill gave me a copy of her book, but didn’t ask me to write any sort of review at all. I just liked it and think you’ll like it too. In other words, all thoughts and opinions are my own, ya da ya da ya da.






Getting My Ass Kicked By Half-Assed.

How many diets have you been on in your lifetime? Two? Twenty? 200?

I’ve been on so many that I’ve lost count. Some have lasted two days, some have lasted two years, but none have resulted in permanent weight loss.

I go down and then I go up. I go way, way down and then ballooning up into the stratosphere. That’s just how it’s always been.

Half Assed A Weight Loss Memoir Cover

The source of my epiphany.

But this weekend, I had an epiphany of sorts. It doesn’t have to be that way. I could spend my life not dieting—and lose weight anyway.

The source of this epiphany was one you might not expect—a book called Half Assed: A Weight Loss Memoir. I mean, come on. It’s a book about weight loss. You’d assume that means it’s all about dieting, right?

Well, it’s not. The author did, in fact, lose something like 200 pounds. But in the book she never tells you how she did it. You know what she did say?

Something to the effect of, “I refused to do anything I wasn’t prepared to do for the rest of my life.”

She didn’t count calories. She didn’t get pre-portioned meals delivered to her freezer. She didn’t go under the knife. She just focused on getting healthy.

Reading that, I started thinking. What would I do if I wasn’t perpetually spinning my wheels, giving up all that I love in order to reach a magic number? What changes would I make if I simply focused on being healthy—forever?

I would certainly give up fully-leaded soda. And eat more salad (I actually love salad). I would stop reaching for the cookies when I’m upset (most of the time). I would just focus on eating right instead of worrying about what I had eaten that was wrong.

But most importantly, I would focus on exercise. The author (Jennette Fulda), goes on and on about how good exercising makes her  feel—how powerful and alive she feels when she’s moving. And I? Feel the same way.

There’s something about running that makes every cell in my body sing. I turn beet red, I gasp for breath, and every muscle I have begs for mercy, but it feels good. It feels right. And the rest of my life seems a little easier to manage when I’m done.

So I’m not dieting anymore. I’m not.

I’m just going to try to be a healthier person. And hopefully? The scale will reward me.

Think I’ve got a shot?

Disclaimer: Nobody gave me anything to do this review. Amazon was practically giving the book away (it was only 99 cents on Kindle), but I did indeed shell out my dollar. But if I were you? I’d go buy it—even if they’re charging $10. Or, you know. I could loan you mine.