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Diet Talk is a No-No

Diet Talk.

Those are two horrible little words. I face it, you face it, we face it. Hell, you might even be the guilty party.

Oh, you know the ones, the people in your life that CAN’T STOP talking about their diet — what diet they are on, which one you need to get on, etc. “No, actually I don’t need to know how many carbs you can eat.”

Well, I’m sick of it. I don’t want to hear about it. I DON’T CARE.

Diet. Don’t diet. It’s your call.

I think people assume that just because I am fat I can relate to how they are feeling. Clearly I am on a diet, too. How dare I carry around this much weight and not try to starve myself.  

Let me just get this out there. I am NOT on a diet. I DON’T plan to ever go on a diet. I don’t even want you saying that word around me unless you are using it in a positive manner.

POSITIVE: “So, I’m totally going to try to add more organic food into my diet.”
NEGATIVE: “Oh, I can’t eat that cookie, I’m on this new diet where I can only eat stuff that begins with z.”

I can’t relate. I just can’t. You know what happens when I’m hungry? I eat. You know what happens when I want a cookie? I eat a cookie. I eat a cookie and don’t feel guilty about it. And when I’m eating my cookie, don’t try to guilt trip me. I will probably just flaunt my cookie at you in response (“Yum, this is the best cookie EVER,”) and we don’t need that. I would win the cookie war.

My mom would always go on different diets when I was growing up. She has battled with her weight for as long as I can remember. These diets would be ridiculous. Does anyone remember The Cabbage Soup Diet? Basically, she made a shit ton of this cabbage soup and then that’s all she could eat. You could eat as much of it as you wanted, but that’s all you could eat.

My philosophy on diets is this: I would rather be fat and happy and die young than live forever on just cabbage soup. Clearly I was not meant for this world if to be in it I can only eat cabbage soup. No, Thank You.

So what prompted this post/bitching session?

At work, they have started a Weight Watchers group. Fine. If you are interested, great, go to the meetings. But it’s not just as simple as a couple of posters and an e-mail or two. They have sent out a TON of e-mails, there are always posters up about it and apparently they can draw the fee directly from our checks. Yeah! Glory Day!

I’m not being targeted because the e-mails are clearly being sent to everyone at my work, but I’m worried that it will come to that. Like one day they are going to send out special invites to the all the fatties in the office or something. I know it’s irrational, but the way they have been bombarding us with the WW propaganda you would start to question it, too.

So to sum it up … diet talk is bad. Umkay?

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April 16, 2011 at 3:50 am 1 comment

In my formative fat years …

Me as a teenager

I always hear fatties talking about how they were picked on as children, ridiculed as teenagers, and had all-around bad experiences being young and fat. Perhaps I am the exception, but I wasn’t. There are one or two times that I can point out as someone being mean to my face about my weight in my youth. Two times. And while this might be the case, I was not happy-go-lucky. Most of my hate came from within my family. Between my father and I, well, we pretty much had it covered.

I always hated my weight when I was younger. I really started packing on the pounds in middle school, and then it went up from there.

I remember vividly in high school, after I hit about 180 pounds, vowing to myself that I would kill myself if I ever hit 200 pounds. Now, this didn’t happen as I weigh much more than 200 pounds now and am still alive, but that illustrates how I was feeling at the time. Like if I didn’t stop gaining weight, then I wasn’t worth the air.

I wouldn’t allow myself to wear anything without sleeves. Be it dresses or tank tops, it must have sleeves. Why would I do that to myself? I lived in Georgia! It’s too hot not to wear a tank top. My standard wardrobe consisted of big t-shirts and tapered-leg jeans. Hot, right?

Not that I had many other options. Shopping was always a nightmare. Lane Bryant was skewed way too old and lots of places didn’t even carry my size at all. There was no Juniors Plus section. No Torrid. There wasn’t really any place to go at that period in my life. It would have been nice to have options during my formative years. Perhaps having something that actually fit and was cute would have given me more self-confidence, or maybe not, we shall never know.

Sometimes I would stand in front of the mirror after getting ready, and notice something that I thought was the end of the world, muffin top. I would start to outgrow my pants or I would just try to squeeze into a smaller size. When this would happen, I would either react by changing, going as it, or slapping my belly as hard as I could. I guess I thought that it would make my stomach disappear. It never worked though.

Throughout these years, I would wear my pants too tight. Either I didn’t want to admit to myself that they were too tight and go up the next size, or I figured that is what I deserved. It always seemed like they were too big or too small, and I guess I thought too small looked better. Years of this torture on my stomach resulted in a dark ring around my belly. It has mostly faded now, but the hint of it is still there. Scars from childhood I guess.

As most fat teens, I never thought that I ever had a chance with boys. Why would they like me? Looking back, I’m pretty sure I’ve could have scored a date or two. Hindsight, right?

I never really had any fat friends. ALL of my friends were skinnier. You always see “the fat friend” in movies and on TV, but that’s the role I played in my real life. This didn’t help the clothes situation either. They would also want to go to places that I could fit into. 5-7-9 anyone?  How about 16-18-20? This also gave me a complex about letting people borrow my clothes. I never wanted anyone to know how large my clothes actually were. Looking back, I can’t help but shake my head at how ridiculous that sounds.

I was never a big dieter. I hated my weight, but I didn’t really do anything about it. My mother and grandmother dieted a lot and it never seemed to work for them, so I guess I figured, why would it work for me? Sometimes I would get on these kicks where I decided to write down my weight every day. I would try to work out using some of my mom’s tapes, like “Richard Simmon’s Sweatin’ to the Oldies” or Cher’s workout video, a couple of times and then see what happened. Problem being that it would never last more than a week.

I actually did play sports and was active. I played outside all the time, was on the soccer team and in marching band, but I was still fat.

My grandmother still battles with her weight today. She is a “I’m not going to do X until I lose weight,” keeping the skinny jeans, try every diet out there kind of person. She would give my mom weight-loss books and then tell her to give it to me when she was finished. She never really came right out and said anything but it was just slight things like that that would get under my nerves so bad. And still do until this day.

My father was always on me about my weight. He would constantly talk about how I was too big and needed to lose it, how I shouldn’t be eating that, etc. This continued until right before my freshman year in high school. His constant berating had gotten to me and this one fight got to be too much. I locked myself in the bathroom and then we screamed at each other through the door. Through a face full of tears, I finally stood up to my father and told him to stop it. I’ve had to do it a few times since, but that was the first time I told him to not say those things to me anymore. Since then, I’ve has to use such lines as, “I’m happy how I am, please stop bringing it up,” etc.

Course, he was even harder on my mother. My mother was always bigger growing up, and still is. A couple of times, she has lost a bunch of weight, but has always gained it back.

My parents would get into the worst arguments. Screaming and yelling. My father was an alcoholic and he would blame his drinking on my mother’s weight. As he saw it, she gained weight after marriage and the pregnancy to punish him, and so he drank. My mother sought comfort in food because of my father’s drinking. And round and round they went.

Moral of the story to a young girl: Food is comforting and by eating food I was going against the man. Perhaps it isn’t so cut and dry, but it has definitely left me with some food issues. If I have had a bad day or I’m stressed, it is still an easy solution to turn to food.

I have never been the one to eat a whole pizza or eat a ton of candy all the time. I would definitely have food guilt when my friends and I would go to the food court at the mall. “If I order fries, then everyone will just think, ‘Look at that fattie with the fries. That’s why she is fat!'” And I would never order more than my friends did. If I was still hungry, I would suck it up until such time that I was alone and then I would eat freely. My one friend was rail thin and would eat a whole pizza. She ate constantly and never changed. I just didn’t understand it. Why couldn’t I be like that, too? Body envy as a child is normal I think, but metabolism envy? Maybe not.

I know you are probably expecting some moral to the story, some shining pearl of wisdom that will help you accept who you are, but sadly I don’t have one, but I am living proof that you can make things turn around — a teen fattie can become a big beautiful woman.

All I can say is that it’s a really long, hard battle to finally accept your body and who you are, but oh, is it worth it.

July 2, 2010 at 12:05 pm 2 comments

Is Your Kitchen Making You Fat?

I just read this article on FirstCoastNews.com, “Is Your Kitchen Making You Fat?”

I’m going to go out on a limb and say, No, me putting food in my mouth is probably the culprit.

The reasons your kitchen makes you fat according to the article?

1. Your plates are too big.

Just because my plates are bigger doesn’t mean I fill them up. If they were a lot smaller and I was still hungry, I would get seconds. No, as mentioned later in the article, I am no too lazy to go get seconds. I may be fat but I’m not a lazy.

2. Your glasses are wide.

This doesn’t really apply to me since I don’t drink soda, but if I had smaller glasses, I would just refill it. I really don’t get how this article can say that if fat people get smaller dishes, they would lose weight and not be fat. Plus, I’m not going to go out and buy all new dishes. That money would probably be better served with a gym membership (if I was actually trying to lose weight) or healthier foods to go on my gigantic plates.

3. Your counters are cluttered.

If I have clutter, it doesn’t make me eat bad foods. I’d say not wanting to do dishes, etc. would make me want to order out. Or, god for bid, I had a craving for some pizza. I don’t think authors of this article realize that you can just make homemade pizza, too. And that has nothing to do with clutter.

4. You serve food family style.

“When heaping bowls of food are in front of you, you’re much more likely to scoop another helping than if you have to cross the room to get to the extras.”

HA. HA. Apparently they think I’ll have to waddle on over and that’s just TOO MUCH for me to handle. Me being fat and all. What a riot.

5. You have a clear cookie jar.

I don’t even own a cookie jar. Next.

6. Your kitchen is grand central.

I have an average-sized kitchen, and I wouldn’t want a smaller one. Bigger yes, smaller no. Why? Because I LOVE to cook. This one is somehow missing from the list.

Let’s consider that it’s not the kitchen’s fault. It’s not even the food’s fault. YOU are responsible for the food that goes in your kitchen. Just man up about it and stop trying to get us to gut our kitchen.

February 1, 2010 at 11:31 pm Leave a comment

Cheaper healthy food = Thinner fatties?

Taco bell sign

I have always thought that one of the main reasons that people are so fat/getting fatter by the minute is because of food. This seems like a ridiculous statement — of course it’s because of the food — but, I’m not just talking about the food itself, I’m talking about the food prices.

A recent study suggests that:

Raising the prices of less healthy foods (e.g., fast foods and sugary products) and lowering the prices of healthier foods (e.g., fruits and vegetables) are associated with lower body weight and lesser likelihood of obesity.

I am, as most people are, on a budget. A shrinking budget at that and whenever I can I cut corners — be it on food or cleaning supplies, etc.

I love fruit and vegetables. I would eat them all the time if I could. But I can’t because of prices — especially fruit. And they wonder why I am eating big bag of chips that cost $1 and lasts a few meals instead of a thing of strawberries for like $4. It’s not economically wise to do that. To stretch my budget, I buy cheap lunch meat, pizzas, etc. Produce is usually limited to carrots, green peppers, celery, bananas, (sometimes apples) — i.e. the ones that are on sale or are generally cheap.

I recently bought a bag of apples (about 5) for like $3. This was the sale price — which was about half the normal price. If I would have spent $3 on “bad” things I could have gotten: a small frozen pizza, a big bag of chips and a 2-liter of soda. There are several other “bad” things I could have exchanged out — all for $1 apiece.

Let’s take a look at fast food. I can go to McDonald’s and get a salad for $5 or get a hamburger and fries for $2. It is the same at most fast food places, salads are one of the most expensive things on the menu. The dollar/value menu (which I usually order off of) is always full of fatty items. Wendy’s is like the only one that has a side salad on the value menu. But, if you wanted to get a full salad at Wendy’s with some protein on it, then that will be $5.

It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to see why people would makes unhealthy choices. It’s more food for your money. It may not be the best choice, but if your choices are either going hungry for the last part of the week because you spent all your money on “healthy” food for the first part of the week or eating the entire week — that’s a no brainer.

April 6, 2009 at 11:17 pm Leave a comment

My VeggieTales

So, I have decided to start a vegetable garden. This is my first time, so hopefully they go easy on me. I am planting lettuce, peas, cucumber, green pepper, tomatoes and zucchini. I’m starting from seeds and so have started them inside …

This is day 7:

Garden Day 7

I’ve been having an issue deciding when to move them outside. Any suggestions?

I have to plant them in planters because I live in a rental. This is a bit of a downer since actually having a ground garden is a major part of gardening, but I’ll take what I can get. As a result though, I’ve been having an issue finding budget friendly planters. Why is everything like 30 dollars??? So, as soon as I find some, my plants will be allowed into the backyard.

April 2, 2009 at 3:43 am Leave a comment

Buffets=Obesity

Buffet Cartoon

Washington University in St. Louis did a study that claims that eating at buffets plus not exercising equals obesity in rural America.

Did it take research to figure that out? Seriously? If you eat a lot of food and don’t exercise, what do you think will happen? These results were actually published in Preventive Medicine. Geez. Don’t we all wish that wasn’t the outcome, but usually that’s what happens.

The findings revealed that respondents who ate out often, especially at buffets, cafeterias and fast food restaurants, were more likely to be obese

This statement actually angers me. It’s like they were seeking to prove a stereotype true. Now, don’t get me wrong, stereotypes tend to be stereotypes for a reason, but sometimes they just aren’t true.

And “All fat people love buffets and fast food” is one that just isn’t true!

I hate buffets. The quality of food sucks, they tend to be gross and unhygienic, and I don’t want to feel that I need to get a certain amount of food to justify the (usually outrageous) cost. I avoid them. I just don’t eat at restaurants that have them — to the shock of many.

Being fat also doesn’t mean I eat fast food constantly. I love some fries every now and then from McDonald’s and the Fully Loaded Nachos from Taco Bell, but I don’t eat it often. If I eat it too often, I feel ill. My body doesn’t like a lot of fast food. I will feel sluggish and not myself.

I would always prefer a home-cooked meal, but sometimes that just can’t be. I run out of time or I’m not at home when hunger hits. These things make fast food a necessary evil. And when I do go, I just can’t help but think that everyone is thinking that I eat there all the time — just because I’m fat.

January 25, 2009 at 2:18 am Leave a comment

Oh, the holidays

The holiday season is winding down to a close. Had a lot of fun — ate a lot of really good food. And then ate a lot of really good leftovers. The problem with holiday food being so good is where do you go from there?

I’m not sure, but I am going to try to find out today. I’m let you know what I end up making.

December 29, 2008 at 5:39 pm Leave a comment


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