Stuff that Weighs More than Me: World’s Biggest Vacuum Cleaner

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It may arguably be a stretch of the term vacuum cleaner, but some have suggested that world’s largest vacuum cleaner title goes to the Queen of the Netherlands.  You wouldn’t use this thing to clean your house, mind you.  It’s a dredger which is used to suck stuff up off the ocean floor.  And boy does this thing ever suck!

The dredge head is nearly 20 feet wide and and can dredge between 180 and 520 ft. deep.  (You know for that carpet with the really deep pile.)  And talk about housekeeping staff, this floating vacuum cleaner has a regular crew of 46 people!  Here’s some more stats:

Type: Hopper Dredger

Length: 756 ft. 11 in.

Width: 105 ft.

Capacity: 1,253,671 cu ft

Weight: 32,423 tons

Conclusion: The world’s largest (floating) vacuum cleaner weighs more than me. By the way, stay tuned for more in our “spring cleaning” series here on Fat Chick Sings.

Spring Cleaning: Wiping Out Fitness Fallacies

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In the second installment of our “spring cleaning” series we’re going to talk about eliminating some of the more common fitness fallacies.  In an industry that’s been around since the first cavemen ran after the first wooly mammoths there is a surprising amount of misinformation out there.  So let’s clear the air a little and help you improve the quality and efficiency of your workouts.

Myth One:  If I do 100 bicep curls every day, I’ll have thinner arms.

Reality:  Spot reducing does not work.  You can’t make any individual part of your body smaller by repeatedly working that part.  You can add strength and tone your muscles.  You can make an individual muscle bigger with training but even 1,000 leg lifts will not reduce the diameter of your thigh.

Myth Two: If I do strength training, I’ll get big, bulky muscles.

Reality: Only if you want them and have enough testosterone to build them.  The average strength-training program won’t lead to bulky muscles.  And most women don’t have enough testosterone in their systems to build a lot of muscle mass. Body builders do extraordinarily targeted and intense workouts specifically designed to increase muscle size and definition.

Myth Three: Everybody will lose weight if they just exercise.

Reality: Not necessarily.  Some people lose weight when they start to work out and some do not.  Every BODY is different.  But regardless of whether or not you lose weight, fitness is a great thing for your health.  You’ll feel better.  You’ll sleep better.  And you’ll have a better quality of life. 

Myth Four: You need to work out for at least 30 minutes at a time in order to see a health benefit.

Reality:  It doesn’t really matter how long your exercise sessions are.  Three ten-minute exercise sessions are just as good as one thirty-minute sessions.  This means that all of those little steps you take throughout the day totally count towards your exercise total.  So park a little further away.  Take the stairs.  All those little bits add up to better fitness.

Myth Five:  No pain, no gain.

Reality: Exercise doesn’t have to hurt to be effective.  While a little Delayed Onset Muscle Soreness (DOMS) is fairly common, even with moderate exercise, it doesn’t have to hurt to work.  Your most likely to be successful if you start at a level that is comfortable for you and ramp at a very slow rate (not more than 10% per week).  The most important thing is that your fitness is consistent and steady.  We want you to exercise for life.  So keep exercise fun and relatively pain free so you stick to it!

There are lots more common myths surrounding the world of exercise, but these are a few to get you started!  Don’t forget, you can get your personal fitness questions answered at www.askafitfatty.com which is part of our new fit fatties forum.  WHATEVER you do, my little chicklettes–remember to have fun!

Love,

The Fat Chick

New Photo Shoot Just in time for Easter!

I had tons of fun putting this together.  Wishing a fun and happy Easter to all my chicklettes!

Love,

The Fat Chick

Stuff That Weighs More Than Me: The World’s Biggest Bucket

Worlds Biggest Bucket

In keeping with our “spring cleaning” theme, I thought I’d explore cleaning stuff that weighs more than me.  So now, I present to you, the world’s biggest bucket.  Actually this is the big bad bucket SEQUEL.  The original big bucket was built in Tennessee in 1887, but was damaged by arsonists in 2005.  (Why would anyone want to burn the big bad bucket?)  Anyways, this NEW behemoth (made from cedar) can hold over 1500 gallons of, well whatever you want to put in there.  Add a REALLY big mop and you could clean the world with this bad boy!  Here’s some stats:

Location: Cannonsburgh Village–located at 312 South Front Street, Murfreesboro, TN

Capacity: 1550 gallons

Weight (empty): 1520 lbs.

Weight (full of beer, minus foamy head): 13,920 lbs.

Conclusion: The World’s Biggest Bucket Weighs More than Me

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Spring Cleaning: Wiping out Negative Body Talk

Let's do some "spring cleaning"!

In honor of spring, I’m initiating a little spring cleaning.  But instead of cleaning closets and windows and cars, this year I’m going to try clean up some of my habits, and assumptions and attitudes.  When cleaning closets or the garage, I’m pretty brutal about tossing out things that I no longer need or want.  So this year, I’m going to throw away a few habits and attitudes that just aren’t working for me any more.  I’m going to pull out the big trash can, and I’m going to start with negative body talk.

Does this sound familiar?

“I hate my thighs!”

“Does my butt look big in this?”

“I can’t believe she’s wearing that.”

“Why can’t I have hair like hers?  Mine is too flat.”

Yup, those phrases represent negative body talk–those little phrases we say inside our heads or share with friends in conversation that put down that most magnificent and beautiful and personal gift, our bodies.  Negative body talk is everywhere.  Our friends do it.  Our families do it.  And most of us do it from time to time.

So what’s wrong with it?  Plenty.  Negative body talk has an immediately detrimental effect on our physical and mental health.  A recent article highlights some studies that indicate that “fat talk predicts changes in depression, body satisfaction, and perceived pressure to be thin across time.”  According to one study, the more fat talk a person talked, the worse they felt–resulting in lower body satisfaction and increased depression after 3 weeks.

Negative body talk is bad for us, and it’s everywhere.  So why do we do it?  I imagine sometimes it’s to fit in and sometimes it’s because we feel bad.  But a lot of times, I think we do it because we don’t even recognize we’re doing it.  You see, negative body talk can be kind of sneaky.  Sure, we recognize a phrase like “I hate my butt” as negative body talk.  But negative body talk can also be much more subtle:

“I’m exercising so I can tone up and look good in a swimsuit.”

“I can show my arms because they look okay, but not my thighs.”

“That dress just doesn’t look good on certain body types.”

“I don’t need to look like a supermodel.  I just want to look good in shorts.”

This kind of negative body talk can be harder to recognize, but it’s negative body talk all the same.  It’s still damaging.  It’s something that “doesn’t work for me any more.”  And this spring I’m working to throw it all out.

So my little chicklettes, how about you?  Ready for some spring cleaning?  Let’s get out some big cardboard boxes and the super big industrial-sized trash bags and get ready to clean house!

Love,

The Fat Chick

Stuff That Weighs More than Me: Boom, you’re OUT!

Letting Loose at the world’s largest dodgeball game.

This week’s post on reliving playground dramas, got me thinking about that nemesis of so many primary school PE programs, dodgeball.  A little googling led to a world record held by a group quite local to me, the kids at UC Irvine.  This group managed to put together the world’s largest dodgeball game, wresting the record out of the sweaty hands of their arch nemesis in giant dodgeball battles, The University of Alberta.  The day was described by many as “absolute mayhem”.  Nevertheless, the competitors were counted and the blue team one.  Here’s some stats:

Weight of dodgeball ball– 1 to 2 lbs.
Average Weight of participant (conservative estimate) 100 lbs.
Number of balls/participants: 4488
Weight of participants plus chosen weapons* 453,288 lbs.
*Does not include weight of victory beer

CONCLUSION: The World’s Largest Dodgeball Game at UC Irvine weighs more than me.

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The Playground Pecking Order

I’ve had a recent experience which has really shaken me up and brought back a lot of drama and stuff that I thought I had vanquished in adolescence.  Yeah right.  We all like to believe that we’ve exorcised our demons until they come screaming out at us and bite off our heads.  And for an extra special grownup bonus, I’ve been allowed to see this drama from both sides.

Let me explain.  I am involved with various groups and companies in my life.  My experience with one of these left me feeling bitter, resentful, deeply hurt and very, very angry.  I’m not talking about little feelings here.  I’m talking about deep, depressing, stay up all night and can’t sleep kind of hurt.  I’m talking about the kind of hurt that makes me lash out at those closest to me.  Which led me to ask myself, “What is going on here?  Why is this hurt this big?  Why do these people and this situation matter SO much to me?”

Eventually, in the middle of the night, it came to me.  I was back in the cafeteria being told I couldn’t sit at the lunch table with the cool kids.  I was back on the playground being excluded from the fun because I wasn’t one of the “in crowd”.  And as a 43-year-old woman, I was pissed off.

I carefully evaluated the situation to see if I was making it up.  And I realized that no, I wasn’t.  Rules applied differently depending on whether or not you were one of the cool kids.  If you were one of the inner circle, you were trusted and complimented and if your feelings were hurt, the cool kids rallied around you.  If you weren’t one of the cool kids, you were dangerously “other”.  Sure, you could be used–everybody needs minions–but not trusted.  What’s more, the leadership of the group at large were no longer the same as the leadership of the clique.  The “in-group” began reflexively trying to protect it’s supremacy against the outside leadership and the conflict began to tear the group apart.

I had my first “aha” moment.  I was amazed that all these years later, I could get so freaked out because I was picked last for dodge ball.  But you know what?  There was more to it than that.  I realized that in my desire for acceptance from this group, I was willing to work incredibly hard.  I gave and gave of myself in the hope that they would accept me and decide I could join the cool kids.  But here’s the thing.  It didn’t work when I was a kid, and it didn’t work now.  And being excluded hurt all the more, because I had tried so hard.

At nearly the same time, there was a ripple in the size acceptance movement.  Many of you know about the amazing and awesome I Stand campaign created by Marilyn Wann.  Although the facebook program was totally open and anyone could join, some people objected to the campaign saying it wasn’t inclusive enough of groups that are often underrepresented in the size acceptance movement.  My first reaction was, “Don’t they know how awesome this thing was?  Why are they fighting something that makes things better for people of size?”

And then, last night, I had my second major “aha” moment.  I had been following a thread about this issue on facebook and a commenter said it brilliantly.  “In a movement where many of us have found acceptance for the first time, it is troubling that some of us still haven’t found it.”  And that’s when I realized just how easy it is to slip into the role of one of the “cool kids” myself.  My first instinct when being called on privilege was to deny that it referred to me.  And I might have stayed in that wonderful little cocoon of denial had I not just recently been the one on the edge of the playground with nobody to play with me.  Granted I only got a very small taste of what those disenfranchised by the size acceptance movement were experiencing, but I can tell you, it didn’t taste good.


So here’s what I’m learning here:


1.  It’s not fun to be in the “out” crowd.  No matter how old you are, it hurts when you don’t feel included.
2.  Working harder is not likely to make those in the “in crowd” accept you more.
3.  Those in the inner circle may be blissfully unaware that there is an inner circle and they are in it.  They aren’t doing it on purpose.  They are just quietly enjoying their privilege.
4.  I need to learn to recognize when I am feeling left out and that it hurts.  Then I need go find somewhere to belong or start my own darn group.
5.  Recognize that I have felt left out in the past, it can be very tempting to create my own special cliques.  It feels good to be the top dog for a change, but I we really want to soothe my hurt feelings by hurting someone else?


My dear chicklettes, this is a VERY long post.  But I’ve done a lot of learnin’ that I mean to share.  So I’m headed out to the playground to look around the edges to find somebody to play with.  Hope you do too.


Love,
The Fat Chick

Stuff That Weighs More than Me: You Can Ring My (Liberty) Bell!

The Fat Chick Visits the Liberty Bell in the Land Of Brotherly Love and Cheesy Sandwiches

So often when I travel, I never manage to get out beyond the conference room, the convention center or even the hotel.  But on my recent trip to Philly, I was determined.  I was going to see that big, big bell.  And although it doesn’t look that large, brother it is HEAVY!  Not just with history and significance but also pure, unadulterated poundage.

Here’s some stats

Cast: In 1751 by Whitechapel Bell Foundry in London

Composition:  70% copper, 25% tin, 2% lead, 1% zinc, .25% arsenic and .20% silver with trace amounts of gold, magnesium, nickel and antimony

Tone: E-flat

Circumference: around the lip (bottom) of the Bell is 12 feet and around the crown (top) is 7 feet 6 inches.

Length: from the lip to the crown 3 feet and the height over the crown measures 2 feet 3 inches.

Thickness: of the Liberty Bell at the lip is 3 inches and, at the crown, the thickness is 1.25 inches.

Clapper: measures 3 feet 2 inches and weighs 44.5 pounds.
 
Total Weight: 2,080 lbs.

Conclusion: The Liberty Bell weighs more than me

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Independence Hall–A Declaration of Body Independence

The Fat Chick in front of Independence Hall

 

So on my recent trip to Philadelphia, I saw Independence Hall.  Besides being a gorgeous building, this was a site where some pretty amazingly radical things happened.  For one, the Constitution was created here.  For another, the Declaration of Independence was both written and signed here.  This along with an excellent blog post by ASDAH Secretary, Fall Ferguson, JD, MA.
All of this together got me thinking about the notion of body independence and how our current national obsession with the size and situation of bodies is so very antithetical to the ideas the founding fathers scribbled down in this building.  And being the type of person who will follow an idea to its furthest reaches, beyond all reason, and with a preemptive request for forgiveness from our founding fathers, I’ve decided to lay out a draft of a
Declaration of Body Independence:
We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all bodies are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.
My body is my own to care for in whatever way I wish.   No one has the right to tell me what to eat or how to move.  If I want a cookie, I shall have one.  If I want broccoli, I shall have it.  I shall boogie down with my bad self, or not as I choose.
I have the right to compassionate, competent and equitable health care.  This includes physical, mental, emotional and spiritual care.  Whenever any Form of Medicine becomes destructive of these ends, it is my right to alter or abolish it and institute a new form of medical care–seeking a form that will seem most likely to effect my Safety and Happiness.
I have the right to look the way I look.  I may wear tiny prints or vertical stripes.  I may expose my fleshy arms as I embrace my freedom.  Fashion shall dictate no law that keeps me from dressing and expressing myself as I darn well please.
I am endowed with the unalienable Right to walk down the street unmolested by individuals (well-meaning or not) wishing to ply me with “cures” purported to change the size of my body to meet their ideal.
I am allowed to create my own definition of health and seek it (or not) as I see fit.
When a long train of abuses and usurpations, pursuing invariably the same Object evinces a design to reduce me under the absolute Despotism of size oppression, it is my right, it is my duty, to throw off such Forces, and to provide new Guards for my future happiness.
So, my little chicklettes, cast off the chains of oppression!  Launch a body revolution!  Viva la resistance!
Love, 
The Fat Chick 

Stuff That Weighs More than Me: Above Ground Pool

While there are many sizes and forms of above ground pools, they are all fairly big.  Take the example above.  This bad boy is available on Amazon for about $1500.  In order to know the weight of the pool, we’ll need to do a little bit of math.  (Don’t worry, it’s not too hard).

Size: Size: 24′ Length x 12′ Width x 52″ Height.
Weight of empty pool: 464.7 lbs.
Water Capacity: 8,403 gallons
Weight of one gallon of water: 8.34 pounds
Weight of water in pool 70,081.02 pounds
-10% for displacement/splashing 7,008 pounds=63,073.02 lbs
Add empty pool weight= 63,537.72 pounds

Conclusion: Even without any swimmers or a single blown-up floaty toy, an above ground pool weighs more than me.

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