There are several reasons I named my blog Poochy Ponders. I had wanted to use the name Poochy, originally, because of the little bear I was given in the hospital before having weight loss surgery. It was intended to shield the pain after surgery much like a heart patient is given to use. I had named him Poochy after reading so many blogs about weight loss surgery and blogger's referring to their new pouches, a.k.a. their stomach.
Ponders was easy. I ponder a lot. I've spent many years mulling over the reason I was fat. Should I blame my mother? My father? Did I have a thyroid problem? Was I just big boned? The reasons were endless. Nowadays, I ponder how to make this my best life, sorting through the garbage in my head, and most of all doing what makes me happy.
After much thought, I decided that if I was going to use the name Poochy, I had better make sure it doesn't mean something outlandish or embarrassing. Little did I know, it was the perfect name for this blog because the Urban Dictionary described me to a "T" in my past life. Continuing to believe there wasn't a problem, only helped me reach over 400 pounds. Can you pick out which definition I fall under?
To be burnt out after a big spliff