A fat story about a fat chick
After having a chat with my cousin Willow I decided I needed to tap into a subject that for some reason I haven't yet.
I'm fat.
Not fat as in I need a stick to wash myself or fat as in Jerry Springer came to my house to film. Not fat like my clothes have streach marks. I'm just larger than I want to be. I'm 5'6'' and I weigh roughly 250 pounds. I should weigh around 175, or so I think, I'm not sure.
As far as I can remember I have always been a little but chubby. The only time it seemed to bother me was when I had to shower at school after P.E. or a game we just played for basketball or volleyball etc. I don't care how much I stank or how dirty I got I never showered in the locker room. I was afraid they would laugh at me and tell everyone.
Anyways this idea for the post came around when my cousin
and I were talking about a top I was looking at on Ebay. I commented
on how I had to ask the seller if the top was see-through because
I didn't like showing my skin. Then I brought up how I was in the
best shape of my life when I worked at this nursery in
Olympia Washington. The fat just melted off of me, I didn't realize
how good of shape I was in untill I got married and had to
move to San Diego. I didn't have a job for about 3 months because I called it a "vacation." The pounds began to pack on, I have started to get irritated with my body and I think its just because the area I live in. All the girls are into fashion and are skinny. I don't fit in AGAIN, so I have that urge to diet and work out. I thought about joining a gym thats just down the road from me but I don't have $500 to join plus a monthly fee.
I jokingly told Willow that my husband made me fat because I had to quit my job and move. Auctially the Navy stationed him here so the Navy made me fat there I said it. Someday I will do something about it but I don't know how to get started. I don't want to shock my body by just going cold turkey with candy and what not. Or jumping on my exercise bike and peddling untill I pass out.
Hummmmm what to do?
Lillys rating: Theres too much junk in this trunk.....and in the cargo hold...and the overhead space...
posted by Lilly and Willow at 10:03 PM
1 Comments:
hahahah
OK, so you may be a fat, but you have a husband. So isn't that what it's all about at the end of the day, anyway? All those skinny chicks are running around chasing dates to pay for their dinner. Because they don't eat any other way.
(no offense to skinny chicks -- they get abuse, too. People are just cruel. There's no getting around that.)
BUT if you want to work out and eat right just because it makes YOU feel BETTER (not to compete for a cover shot on Anorexia Weakly) --
then why don't you look into a 'Curves' gym in your city? Have you heard of them? That gym you mention sounds VERY pricey. Curves is for women only, and it's usually mature women who are NOT anorexic -- and more often, they are just starting to work out in mid-age for the first time in their lives. They have tremendous success stories --
Aside from that, this is a great story. I enjoy reading your posts.
AND I must add, there are men who PREFER their women with a little bit of cushion, and that pic would drive them KRRRAAZEEE...
That pic looks like some of my neighborhood beach sun-worshippers.
They dont care what size their bikini is -- they just enjoy the skin they're in.
By the way, I hear San Diego is beautiful.
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