Wow. 248 page views...I need to start posting more.
Tonights-super-way-past-my-bedtime posting (hey I wake up really early to work out and pick out multiple changes to clothing to work out) is brought on by a conversation I had with a friend. I am one to double check things I believe to be true, or things I make fun of (please ask my friend Katie about the great
Much props to her, I'm gonna start following her posts. And if you have a chance, go read the comments on her page, much props to those people too. But this one, I will post in its entirety below. Its great to read someone else that has the same feelings I'm always thinking. Ok going to sleep now. The morning is gonna suck.
It's just after lunchtime, and I find
myself avoiding writing an English Comp paper that is due TOMMOROW. For
some reason, I got to thinking about the things that I HATE as a big
girl.
1. Skinny people who complain about their weight. Are you
frigging serious? You look like you could fall through a crack in the
sidewalk at any moment, or that you'd blow away if a kid on a tricycle
passed you by. It makes me irrate to hear my skinny friends b*tch about
how flabby they are, or how much cellulite they have. Please. Until
your muffintop/saddlebags need thier own pant leg in your jeans, do not
moan to me about how awful you look. I'd give my left arm to be as thin
as you, to eat those french fries and not feel like tossing myself off a
bridge, but then I would just be a fat girl with one arm.
2.
Restuarants. For me, as a fat girl, walking into a restuarant is
probably comparable to a meth-head walking down the bleach aisle at
Walmart. The possibilities are Endless! Then you sit in the booth and
right away you realise that this is just not a good place to be.
Whoever made the booth CLEARLY did not see me trying to squeeze myself
into it. If you are lucky enough to not be seated in a booth, you still
aren't out of the woods. Next comes the waiter, who is usually an
obnoxiously skinny/perky person - who most likely does NOT ever eat a
meal at this fine establishment. After ordering a water, turning down
all the mixed drinks and the specials, you flip to the "Light and
Healthy" area of the menu - only to be slapped in the face by the cold
reality that your endless possibilites has just turned into a salad, or a
soggy piece of fish. Appetizing. All of this is compounded by the
fact that you normally go to a restuarant with the above mentioned
skinny friends, who order and devour the 8968 calorie platter, and then
proceed to moan about how fat they are. Excuse me while I slam my
forehead into my desk.
3. Clothes Shopping. Why is it that I
think, somewhere out there, hidden on a department store rack, is a
magical piece of cotton (preferrably a cotton/spandex blend...) that is
going to transform me into a Disney Princess when I manage to wrestle it
over my head? Stop laughing. This is serious! Everytime I go out
clothes shopping it ends in tears. Either my tears, or the tears of the
exhausted employee who just found my pile of "this might fit me in a
few months" clothes that I was too dejected to put back on the rack.
And, I swear to God - these department stores use fun house mirrors.
Something will look relatively good on me when I try it on in the
store, but, when I get it home and look in the bathroom mirror, its like
somehow the garment shrunk four sizes in my trunk! Usually I'll stand
in the mirror for a few moments resembling a horrified Polish sausage,
and then the item will go back on the hanger, to be shoved to the back
of my closet where all of my "this might fit me in a few months" clothes
have been hiding for the better part of three years.
4. The
Gym. No, I don't hate the gym because I don't want to work out. On the
contrary, I love to work out. What I hate about the gym (other then
the outrageous amount of money you pay) is the dirty looks I get as a
big girl. I can hear the dirty looks as clear as if the people giving
them were broadcasting it in a mega phone. I'm at the gym because I
want to lose the weight you douchebags! The comments about how big
girls shouldn't take cycling classes since you have to look at the big
asses, and about how big girls shouldn't take the hip-hop dance classes
since "who are they going to dance with anyways" are compleletly
unnessacary. Heaven forbid I get all hot, sweaty, and red-faced while
working out. That just proves that I don't belong there, right? In
Lindsy's World, skinny people would have to stay at home to work out, so
that those of us who NEED to gym could work out and not feel judged!
Of course, former fatties would be welcomed- since they've been there,
done that!
5. Fad Diets and other weight loss gimmicks. These
snake oil peddlers are pretty much heartless. They know that I am
desperate to wake up tommorow morning looking like Jillian Micheals,
without having to do any of the work and sacrifice to get there. They
also know that we are willing to shell out millions of dollars every
year to find that "miracle pill". Are you tired of being fat? Yeah.
Do you want to lose 20, 50, 100 pounds or more? Yeah. Then suck it
up, and put your big girl panties on. The only way is the hard way. Go
right ahead and do one of these fad diets, or starve yourself only your
354 calorie a day plan that you paid $800 dollars for. And the second
you come off that diet, you will put every single ounce, and then some
right back on. No, you cannot eat Deep Dish Pizza six times a day and
lose weight. Well, myabe you could if you invested in the tapeworm
diet... "No sacrifice, No Victory!" Forgive me, my son has been
watching Transformers every day in the car... Opps, my nerd is
showing.
Vote this up if you agree, and feel free to add your
own top thing that you Hate as a fellow MFPer/weight loss supporter.
There is nothing on the Earth worth having that you do not have to put
effort into getting.
-Lindsy