You know that feeling of seeing someone you haven’t seen in
a long time and they’ve lost tons of weight but you haven’t. You’re happy for them and want to know how
they did it, but part of you feels a rock in your stomach as you realize you’re
the last one in this group of friends who is shopping in the plus sized
section. Days like today I like to look
for that rock and remember the feeling.
I don’t want to be the last one.
I saw a photo of someone I haven’t seen in a while and that was my
thought – she’s lost all the weight, we’re no longer the chubby buddies
complaining together about ill-fitting bras and worrying about having to get on
a scale before getting on an airplane.
Turns out it was just a very complimentary photo, but I still look to
embrace that feeling because it motivates me.
As I pounded away on the Elliptical Crosstrainer today I
imagined going to a party, reunion, etc. and everyone is normal weight but
me. That’s scary stuff. What if…school resumes and I’m the last plus-size
mom at pickup in September?
(I realize this is a very shallow post – no, I don’t dwell
on comparisons of myself to others! But sometimes
these thoughts enter my mind and if I can use them for motivation, what’s the
harm?)
(and don’t get on me because I used the term “fatty” –
everyone has their words of preference for unpleasant things; I have absolutely
no problem with the word fat and I’m using it to describe MYSELF. I would never use it to describe another
person – then I go for the gentler adjectives or just describe th
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