Oh yeah…that is a bad word.
It is mean.
It ticks people off. It brings out the worst in people.
Well, when you are pointing out someone’s struggle with weight, that is…
It is just plain rude or annoying.
Been there, done that.
I recently had a person go so far as to ask me if I was pregnant again…
Yep they said that.
Which is a moment when you feel more sorry for the person who just made the comment than feeling sorry for your overweight self. That awkward moment…
Silence… and then the realization of what just occurred. Ouch.
Yes it hurt.
I wallowed in countless cookies and treats…why deprive myself of my favorite goodies? Losing two pounds after months of walking and changing my diet ( I was PROUD of those two shed pounds) , and someone STILL thinks I look pregnant?
My response was…”Nope…no baby. Just FAT“…
Heck…why not? Why can’t I say that to her?
If she was bold enough to say it, I was bold enough, and FAT enough apparently, to fight back.
I still say hi and smile to my charming aquaintance, but will never forget that moment.
It was a definite motivator.
Funny though that the person has yet to notice the thirty pounds of FAT that have left my body forever.
That is ok…
I finally caved, and bought some new jeans.
Twice! ( That deserves an exclamation point!) I am down two sizes…and just about ready for another downsizing.
Which was weird for me after years of struggling with only two or five pounds at the most.
But AWESOME all at the same time!
I hesitated for a few months actually to buy anything. I think I was playing mind games with myself…the FAT always returns…do NOT purchase or donate anything just yet.
Maybe it isn’t as noticable in jeans that fit me properly now. I truly thought it was more noticable when it looked like I could fit two of me in my jeans as I constantly needed to hike them up even with a belt.
My momma pouch/jelly roll always held the waistline or belt in place…but not anymore. Not too much fat lives in that area now.
I may still be a little bigger than the average woman, but feeling good inside and out…jumping and running to chase my kids is FUN now…not embarassing.
This is MY small victory against FAT…thirty pounds was something I only saw one other time in my battle against weight loss and getting healthy.
THIRTY POUNDS…that is equivalent to ten meatloafs for my family…
That’s alot of meatloaf.
I pray that no one takes offense to my story. I write this knowing dozens of women I adore, love, and respect are fighting the good fight with FAT. And I am certain there are thousands more. Maybe it would motivate one…maybe none.
But that is ok.
I am proud of me…and FAT is not my friend anymore.