From as far back as I can remember, I have been fat. It's just natural to me. Growing up in a typical Southern family, everything revolves around food. A wedding, there's food. A funeral, there's food. Church, there's food. I think you get the picture that literally, everything involves food in some way, shape, or form.
As a fat person, the older you get, the more in tune you become with yourself, and just how different you are from the rest of the population. I get that the statistics say that more than half the country is obese. However, when I go to the mall or out to a restaurant, I only see the "beautiful" people, as I'm sure many of you do as well. Also, again, maybe it's a Southern thing, but why is fat "cute" when you are young (i.e. a plump little baby with pudgy cheeks), but the older you get, the more being fat becomes like a virus that no one wants to catch?
So, what happens after the fat? Since this is my first blog, I don't know. I haven't got there yet. I am resigned to the fact that I will never be "thin". It's okay, I own it. I just want to be healthy. So, here it goes...I went to a nutritionist yesterday, and I weigh 337.5 lbs. I think this is the first time in my life that I will actually tell people what I weigh, and its a big step. However, it's a step that needs to be taken. She said that I need to set realistic goals for myself in order to start the process of losing weight in a healthy way. This blog is one of those goals.
I can't change how I grew up, and how I got the way I am now. I can only go forward. In a perfect world, the road ahead would be flat and I would reach my goal the easiest way I could. But, what would be the fun in that?
I'm not going to setup a schedule on when I should blog. If the mood hits, I will write, because then, nothing is forced and I am letting out my real emotions.
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