Vbirdy
Member
I call myself a girl but I probably should say woman in that I'm 47 years old! I remember my mother saying that she felt exactly the same in her 40s and she did in her 20s and in a way I suppose I do too! I don't feel old yet or even mature enough to be conducting a grown-up life!
In other ways I do feel different in my 40s. I know the menopause is looming.
I've spent the last three decades battling with my weight. At first I hated myself and warm men's clothes and big baggy jumpers. I hated the word fat and really struggled ; not going out and not being able to have a social life. I was too self-conscious and quite ashamed of the shape I was in. I went to work and then I hit in the house. Food was my friend! It was always there for me!
When I was 23 I was hit by a car, and though I wasn't injured badly, I could have been. It was a near death, life changer! Since then I have been on a journey trying to get to grips with life. I succeeded in almost every area. I have two beautiful boys, a failed marriage and a dream job. Who could ask for more? Well I have even more.....my family, friends and neighbours are amazing! They look after me and support me no matter what.
As my character grew I accepted I needed to overheat and accepted the excess weight as a side effect. I knew I couldn't stop eating! So I embraced the fat me, made a joke of it to my friends and strangers. I laughed at myself to show others I didn't care..... The truth is I really did care, I just felt powerless to do anything about it so I accepted it!,,,
The only millstone around my neck has been my weight! Thankfully I have no symptoms...in high blood pressure, no cholesterol, no diabetes even through 2pregnancies! I'm heavy and find it hard to move about. I need to be careful of chairs...that I don't break them! I can't fit in a plane seat unless I'm travelling with one of my sons and I can hang over the edge of his seat! In truth it's been 6 years since I was on a plane!
In other ways I do feel different in my 40s. I know the menopause is looming.
I've spent the last three decades battling with my weight. At first I hated myself and warm men's clothes and big baggy jumpers. I hated the word fat and really struggled ; not going out and not being able to have a social life. I was too self-conscious and quite ashamed of the shape I was in. I went to work and then I hit in the house. Food was my friend! It was always there for me!
When I was 23 I was hit by a car, and though I wasn't injured badly, I could have been. It was a near death, life changer! Since then I have been on a journey trying to get to grips with life. I succeeded in almost every area. I have two beautiful boys, a failed marriage and a dream job. Who could ask for more? Well I have even more.....my family, friends and neighbours are amazing! They look after me and support me no matter what.
As my character grew I accepted I needed to overheat and accepted the excess weight as a side effect. I knew I couldn't stop eating! So I embraced the fat me, made a joke of it to my friends and strangers. I laughed at myself to show others I didn't care..... The truth is I really did care, I just felt powerless to do anything about it so I accepted it!,,,
The only millstone around my neck has been my weight! Thankfully I have no symptoms...in high blood pressure, no cholesterol, no diabetes even through 2pregnancies! I'm heavy and find it hard to move about. I need to be careful of chairs...that I don't break them! I can't fit in a plane seat unless I'm travelling with one of my sons and I can hang over the edge of his seat! In truth it's been 6 years since I was on a plane!
