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Wednesday, February 22, 2012

Fat Tuesday, indeed

I have a little confession to make. Well, a fat confession, really.

If you've been reading this blog for a while, you've probably noticed or at least guessed. I am fat. Again. 

Not that I was ever skinny, but this time two years ago, I weighed nearly 30 pounds less than I do right now. Then I was deep in the benefit of the Go Red for Women Better You challenge. I was exercising daily, eating healthfully. Now?

Now, I look like a Higglytown Hero. 

I know how it started. Summer 2010 knocked me off my exercise routine. Fall 2010 had me facing some enormous personal stresses at home. Winter 2011 brought ice storms and hours upon days on my couch. Then in Spring 2011, my mother-in-law died and the fat snowball just gained momentum. Unlike Dave Ramsey's debt snowball, this is not a good thing. 

It's not like I didn't notice. It was slow at first. Seven pounds. Then another five. And soon I was eating quarter pounders and fancy cupcakes without much guilt at all. Well, I had enough guilt to keep me eating them in the privacy of my own car. 

If only throwing money at fat would make it melt away. I don't dare count the months I shelled out hard-earned coins to Weight Watchers and the gym without so much as crossing the threshold of either place. But it's too much pressure, having those things hanging over my head. So I canceled the gym membership and scaled Weight Watchers back to online only.

It's not that I'm happy this way; I'm not. I'm uncomfortable and unhealthy and completely disappointed in myself. I get winded easily. I'm back to using the CPAP machine. I could do a stand-up comedy routine called "You're too fat when..."

You're too fat keep hanging up on your friends because your fat cheek hits the "end" button on your cell phone while you're talking.

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You're too fat when...your son yells "Mom, come here! You have to see this" and when you get to the family room, he's watching an infomercial about some crazy weight loss product or program.

You're too fat write down the URL of that crazy weight loss product just so you can check it out later.

You're too fat dream about Bob Harper and Jillian Michaels coming to your house to kick your fat ass.

You're too fat when...

Oh heck. I'm too fat NOW.  There are fat clothes in my closet again -- though not the fat dress. It found its way to Goodwill long ago. I know I can't stay like this. I have to do something. And I will. 

I think I just did. I confessed. That's a start.


Ellen aka Ellie said...

It's a wonderful start. What are you going to do to change it?

I wrote a post earlier this week about being my friend's accountability partner from a distance. I am not fat, but I need to exercise for my heart's health and I would like to tone. If you want to join us, let me know.


Eternal Lizdom said...

You know you've got my support, Amy. You know I am fighting my own battle to get back to where I was a year ago.

The part I most associated with was when I, too, realized that I was eating total crap and wasn't feeling guilty. I ate an entire box of Tagalongs and didn't need to justify it because I didn't care. That's a problem.

Anonymous said...

I'm (virtually) standing beside you.

Idol Lash Reviews said...

Great post Amy, I have been doing a dvd I got at walmart by Bob Harper and I think I actually may even hate him now :( No actually its been great and my hubby has been really supportive but it always seems to be the battle that never ends.

All the best

CWMartin said...

Glad you explained what a Higgleytown Hero was. I'm still trying to get "Bubble Guppies" right.

Linda said...

I was following you back two years ago and I am 30 pounds too in the same time period. I see the dietician tomorrow.

yup confessing is a start.

Briana said...

I could have totally wrote this post.

Why does it have to be so hard! I have a million and one excuses why I don't find the time to exercise...

Erica Saint said...

Ah, confession feels good doesn't it? It is always the start of something good. :) You can do it, beautiful Amy!

Amy said...

Thanks folks. Right now I'm feeling a little overwhelmed at all I need to do. So I'm just trying to make one change at a time.