I am really behind on product and book reviews for a number of reasons, mostly because those aren't the blog posts I like writing and also because I want to be careful in what I choose to essentially promote at LTB.

But a word to everyone who keeps emailing lately about interviews, book promotions, product reviews, etc: PLEASE READ ME FIRST before you ask me to promote your ... whatever. You'll figure out quickly that your diet book on how to drop a bunch of weight or your article on women whose partners are making them lose weight don't have a place here.

And oh my God if you are the NY Post PLEASE remember that you already asked me to be in your article several days ago and I said that I couldn't help out.

PR People? Do your homework and figure out if there is an audience here for your product before you nag me every day for a solid week. I don't want to do your diet. I probably don't want to tell my readers to do your diet, even if you're "giving" me the dieting information for free!

In other news, I was able to bounce back this weekend from what is supposed to be one of the most embarrassing and traumatic experiences a fat girl can have and that is that someone asked me when I was due. That's right. You read that correctly.

In all fairness, I was wearing an empire-waisted babydoll top, and he was an older gentleman, but come on! My boyfriend was pretty upset on my behalf, because, as he said, "Guys know you don't ask that at all," and I have to admit I was less than thrilled by it, but after a day I snapped out of my funk. I mean, seriously. I am going to get upset about that? So he thought I looked pregnant? So what? What does it matter? It doesn't change a thing about my life. It doesn't mean anything at all.

Funny, though, that now that I'm in the best shape of my life, and in the smallest clothing sizes of my life, that someone finally asked me that.

Posted by Erin at 11:31 PM | filed under: Random