cydthekid50
Wanna be my loser buddy?
Aug 22, 2008
You know, (and I KNOW anyone reading this that is obese already knows this!) being a fat person has really limited my activity to the point that I have not even had a real vacation in years. Oh, I would go on roadtrips with my two younger sons, maybe even spend the night and make it a weekend trip, but to go away for a whole week or two, nope.
And that is due to my being afraid to be away from my house that long, where I can be safe from prying eyes and judgemental looks, and even wisecracks and snide comments from perfect strangers for goshsakes!!!!!!!!! Just because I am fat.
It took me so long just to get up the courage to eat in a restaurant. The rebellious side of me fought losing weight for years and years. I stayed miserably fat just to show those fools that I could be what I wanted to be, but that was such a lie.
I want to be slender and comfortable in clothing that I can buy off a department store rack. I want to be able to walk into a chic clothing store and not have the attendant come over and say, "Sorry hon, we don't carry YOUR size!" Oh the shame of it all! My boyfriend is afraid for me. He wants me to be healthy, but he is afraid of the risks, and he is afraid I will leave him once I get little. My one son is so proud of me, but my youngest son is not happy at all at the thought that I won't look like mom anymore. So this fat thing really does affect more than just me.
But the true reason I am finally doing this is for my health. My parents died within 6 months of each other the year I turned 50. Both died of complications from Diabetes. My dad died, after being bedridden for 3 years, of staff infection and gangrene. My mother followed soon after from a massive heart attack. Her heart was weakened from her self abuse with sweets. She couldn't help herself. She really couldn't.
I don't plan to die that way, and I don't want to die in my early seventies as sick and slow and tired and limited as my folks were. And they were both fat. So I am doing this to keep that fate from happening to me.
I have a heck of a lot more living to do, and so much more I want to do with my life! I have books inside of me screaming to come out, and Photos to be taken from hiking expeditions, and so much artwork left to do, and also, maybe my youngest will finally give me a grandchild or two to enjoy before I finally leave this earthly coil.
That's it for now. I am looking for people that are going through what I am now going through, for support. I am a very positive person most of the time. It usually takes so much to get me down, but I know I won't be able to do this without good buddies, heck, I don't WANT to do this without good buddies, so come on what do you say?
Wanna be my loser buddy?
And that is due to my being afraid to be away from my house that long, where I can be safe from prying eyes and judgemental looks, and even wisecracks and snide comments from perfect strangers for goshsakes!!!!!!!!! Just because I am fat.
It took me so long just to get up the courage to eat in a restaurant. The rebellious side of me fought losing weight for years and years. I stayed miserably fat just to show those fools that I could be what I wanted to be, but that was such a lie.
I want to be slender and comfortable in clothing that I can buy off a department store rack. I want to be able to walk into a chic clothing store and not have the attendant come over and say, "Sorry hon, we don't carry YOUR size!" Oh the shame of it all! My boyfriend is afraid for me. He wants me to be healthy, but he is afraid of the risks, and he is afraid I will leave him once I get little. My one son is so proud of me, but my youngest son is not happy at all at the thought that I won't look like mom anymore. So this fat thing really does affect more than just me.
But the true reason I am finally doing this is for my health. My parents died within 6 months of each other the year I turned 50. Both died of complications from Diabetes. My dad died, after being bedridden for 3 years, of staff infection and gangrene. My mother followed soon after from a massive heart attack. Her heart was weakened from her self abuse with sweets. She couldn't help herself. She really couldn't.
I don't plan to die that way, and I don't want to die in my early seventies as sick and slow and tired and limited as my folks were. And they were both fat. So I am doing this to keep that fate from happening to me.
I have a heck of a lot more living to do, and so much more I want to do with my life! I have books inside of me screaming to come out, and Photos to be taken from hiking expeditions, and so much artwork left to do, and also, maybe my youngest will finally give me a grandchild or two to enjoy before I finally leave this earthly coil.
That's it for now. I am looking for people that are going through what I am now going through, for support. I am a very positive person most of the time. It usually takes so much to get me down, but I know I won't be able to do this without good buddies, heck, I don't WANT to do this without good buddies, so come on what do you say?
Wanna be my loser buddy?
