If you’re reading this, chances are, you’re fat. Now, don’t argue with me because according to statistics, if you’re reading this and you live in the USA, you’re fat. Come on! You’re on a food blog. You’re fat, it’s cool, whatever. If you’re upset with me, you’re in denial and insecure and need my help. If you laughed, you’re fat, happy and know who you are and you can stop reading.
I said you can stop reading. You know who you are.
The reason I want to talk to you about this is because I used to be just like you. Fat. Boy was I ever fat. I’m talking thigh rubbing hate the summer sweat in the winter folds of skin fat. The scary part, is that I could return to Fatville any day now. Especially since I’m in a loving relationship, happy, getting older and let’s be honest, the race is over so why not let myself go? It’s on my mind constantly. It’s easy to get to Fatville from here. It’s that trip that flies by with laughter, music and rest stop food binges and before you know it. You’ve arrived. The hard part is the return. Why is this? Because Fatville is fun! There is no other way to say it. It’s just fun. There’s no responsibility, there’s no judging, there’s lots of laughter and lunch dates. The sun shines everyday, but its not hot so you don’t sweat and you’re eating and laughing. Who doesn’t like to laugh? Assholes, that’s who. Asshole’s aren’t allowed in Fatville. So Fatville is a hoot.
Have you ever noticed there’s no steps to get into a fast food joint? They would lose a lot of customers because fat people hate steps. The point I’m trying to make is that, we all know Fatville is fun, but not forever. Vacations don’t last forever, do they. All the excess weight is hard to haul as we get older. Backs go out and not the good out like, out for lunch, I mean out as in someones wiping your ass for you. Knees blow and not the good blow like the kind off a strippers ass in Barcelona. We’re older and fatter and that walk to the deli seems longer every day. Pretty soon you’re staring at the basement steps going “Fuck it! I’ll do laundry another day”.
Eating is fun. Trust me, I know. Been there, loved it and still do. Yet I believe it’s a disease when it consumes you and puts your health in jeopardy. Your whole well being is affected by food. For example, recently I had a traveler stay here at the house and he brought chocolates from Japan. It’s all I could think about. I ate two candy bars before I went to work and when I was at work I couldn’t wait to get home to have the chocolate almonds. It consumes me. I can watch an hour of TV and not remember what I watched because I was thinking about the rotisserie chicken in the fridge. When I’m at a restaurant and someone doesn’t finish their food or leaves french fries on their plate. Oh man, it drives me nuts. They will be talking and talking and I’m concentrating on the fries thinking, “Should I ask them if I can finish their fries for them? Would that be weird? Maybe I’ll just ask if the fries were any good and then they’ll offer them to me. Wait, I think they’re going to the bathroom and then I’ll attack”. If the server takes them away before I got to eat them. Oh man!! Just the thought terrifies me.
Is this you? Then stick with me. I myself lost a total of 175 pounds. I am from Ohio, the midwest where food is life. Like everyone always says, if I can do it so can you. It wasn’t easy. I’m not going to tell you it was because it wasn’t. It wasn’t fun either. Though I couldn’t be happier that I did it and I would endure all the pain and sacrifice again if I had too. It’s totally worth it.
I will be completely honest and share everything with you as to what happened to me in hopes that I can inspire you to get serious about your health. You can ask me anything as well. I’ve learned as I’ve gotten older that health is probably one of the most important things and not to be taken for granted. I want to talk and work on physical health obviously but I think mental health is just as important if not more.
Like I said, I hope you will stick with me because I will be talking about this a lot more. I’ve been through it all and go through it every day and will until I die. There’s so much here to talk about. Weight is probably one of the only things I take seriously as I’ve been through it and I know how hard it is. Physically and emotionally.
Take care of and love yourself first,
“There’s a huge emotional component to weight loss”