I’m an ass. I complained about my pants being too tight, and
how I wanted to lose weight because I can no longer pull my 20-year-old-sizes
up over my thighs (for the love of GOD, I am 46!). All my life I was petite. I ate whatever I
wanted, whenever I wanted. I never gave a second thought to pizza, or loaded
fries, or ice cream, or that whole Entenmanns’ Thick Fudge Golden Cake I
devoured one late night in college. I can hear those of you who weren’t as
lucky telling me to shut. The. Hell. Up.
Ya’ll don’t have to say it - I can hear the collective groan
and a massive SHUT THE HELL UP!
I think what really got my attention was seeing a friend
yesterday who was struggling with her weight and it seems she’s doing everything
right and getting nowhere. And I stood there commiserating. And then I left,
and felt like a complete ass. Would she have told me to shut the hell up? Maybe
inside her head she was looking at me and thinking, bitch – will you just shut the hell up! because she really wanted
me to shut the hell up and just leave
but we have never talked to each other like that and it wouldn’t be right to
start a war over something stupid with someone who’s not your best friend who
would just laugh you off and then eat a pan of brownies with you.
I’m going to try to stop obsessing over my weight, or – at the
very least – stop posting about it. And before you yell at me again to shut the hell up! I want to emphasize
that if we are doing all the right things – eating sensibly, exercising
regularly and/or daily, drinking minimally (or not at all) – then aren’t we really
doing all we can do?? Short of seeking medical intervention? Shouldn’t it be
enough to be healthy from the inside out?
Another friend said what matters most is the size of your
heart. Nothing is truer. And you know what else? Some of the nastiest people I’ve
met in my life were skinny people. And church goers. Not all church goers, but
that’s another post and has nothing to do with food. Well, except for the sacrament, but one
nugget of bread and a wine chaser is not going to turn you nasty. Unless you
went to church without breakfast and you’re crabby because you want to get to
the coffee and donuts. Which really sounds like poor planning on your part, but
who am I to judge?
I am hereby… shutting
up.
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