As I sit here with a Ben and Jerry's Pint-o-Peach Cobbler I reflect back on the days when such an indulgence might not have affected me in such an entirely negative way.
When I was in my twenties and thirties I could eat and drink to my hearts content and never give a second thought to my weight.
I was tall and thin and naturally blond and funny and beautiful cute and reeeeeealy pretty smart.
But, the older I got and the more times I'd been married, the less I cared and the fatter I got.
At one point, before New Years 2004 I believe, it was my goal to hit 200 pounds so that when I lost all my weight after the first of the year I could brag myself up saying.... And do you know I used to weigh 200 pounds.
Well, I got to the 200 pound mark, but the diet never quite kicked in the way I planned, so that kind of back fired.
Much the way any diet anyone I know has ever been on has sooner or later ended up back firing.
I mean really, look at Oprah, Kirstie Alley, Lisa Marie, and you just wait, it'll happen to Marie Osmond too.
Here's my thoughts on the matter.
Being a fatty really doesn't bother me that much and I wonder if that's a good thing or a bad thing.
Well, I guess it does bother me in the fact that I have a lot more aches and pains and chins, but sometimes, I feel like maybe I was born to be fat (omg.. do you hear that song in your head now?)
Fat people are comforting and fun to hug
All the fat chics I know are very cool with who they are, as opposed to how they feel they "should" be, and they are the people I most love being around, and it's NOT just because they always have good food in the house.
Mind you I'm not friends with any of the bitter white legging, to small t-shirt wearing Wal-Mart shopper fat chics.
They are a different breed of fat.
They are angry fat.
I think I am TOTALLY comfortable with who I am and how I look, and my husband thinks I am the hottest thing, especially if he could ever get me horizontal (ever since menopause I'm just not that into it.)
I think looking like a mom is ok, and I think acting like a mom is even better, and the older I get the more momish I feel.
The reason I don't have issues with that is because in my mind, I am not of my Mothers insane generation of Mothering.
So you see I have put a lot of thought into this and I am not insinuating that all Mothers are fat, or all fat people are Mothers, or even that you have to be fat to be cool, but just like my wise daughter said to me last week, "Mom, your married and you live on a farm, it's ok to be fat, we love you."
Ahhh, out of the mouths of babes.
I still think I'm cute and I have a great personality, and just because my ass measurements have far surpassed my breast measurements does not make me a bad person.
Does it?
But, the older I got and the more times I'd been married, the less I cared and the fatter I got.
At one point, before New Years 2004 I believe, it was my goal to hit 200 pounds so that when I lost all my weight after the first of the year I could brag myself up saying.... And do you know I used to weigh 200 pounds.
Well, I got to the 200 pound mark, but the diet never quite kicked in the way I planned, so that kind of back fired.
Much the way any diet anyone I know has ever been on has sooner or later ended up back firing.
I mean really, look at Oprah, Kirstie Alley, Lisa Marie, and you just wait, it'll happen to Marie Osmond too.
Here's my thoughts on the matter.
Being a fatty really doesn't bother me that much and I wonder if that's a good thing or a bad thing.
Well, I guess it does bother me in the fact that I have a lot more aches and pains and chins, but sometimes, I feel like maybe I was born to be fat (omg.. do you hear that song in your head now?)
Fat people are comforting and fun to hug
All the fat chics I know are very cool with who they are, as opposed to how they feel they "should" be, and they are the people I most love being around, and it's NOT just because they always have good food in the house.
Mind you I'm not friends with any of the bitter white legging, to small t-shirt wearing Wal-Mart shopper fat chics.
They are a different breed of fat.
They are angry fat.
I think I am TOTALLY comfortable with who I am and how I look, and my husband thinks I am the hottest thing, especially if he could ever get me horizontal (ever since menopause I'm just not that into it.)
I think looking like a mom is ok, and I think acting like a mom is even better, and the older I get the more momish I feel.
The reason I don't have issues with that is because in my mind, I am not of my Mothers insane generation of Mothering.
So you see I have put a lot of thought into this and I am not insinuating that all Mothers are fat, or all fat people are Mothers, or even that you have to be fat to be cool, but just like my wise daughter said to me last week, "Mom, your married and you live on a farm, it's ok to be fat, we love you."
Ahhh, out of the mouths of babes.
I still think I'm cute and I have a great personality, and just because my ass measurements have far surpassed my breast measurements does not make me a bad person.
Does it?
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