hungry_hippo
Member
Oh God, Oh God.
Hi there, I’m new – and I’m fat.
I used to say overweight, chubby, heavy, cuddly, curvaceous (this adjective is perhaps the funniest), but now I have no choice than to say grossly obese. I’m very surprised that teenagers don’t point and laugh.
Yesterday I met with my CDC for the first time, having convinced myself that 2008 is the year to do something about my blubber, bad skin and tents (whoops, I mean clothes). At worst I had guessed myself to be 16 stone. I’m not – I’m frighteningly close to 20. To be at my target weight of 8 stone something, I need to lose approximately eleven stone. It’s insurmountable.
Usually, if someone draws attention to my weight, I find comfort in the arms of Mr Cadbury, Mr Golden Wonder and Mr Domino. This time all I could do was laugh. Laugh or cry: in a stranger’s house and at the beginning of a year when I swore to be happy, I’m glad I chose laughing.
It’s not really funny, though, is it? I know I have to spend the majority of 2008 on a liquid diet. That I can just about – just about, with a bit of tilting and sucking in of cheeks – get my head around. I’m just so angry at myself, for becoming this way in the first place. I’m angry that, if I live to be 75, if bread deprivation doesn’t kill me first, I will have spent a third of my life being overweight. That’s a third of my life in which I couldn’t always wear or do the things I wanted to. I’ll be damned if the very same reason prohibits my living life to the full for the next two thirds!
So I am beginning my diet tomorrow. Not today, because I already had dinner plans for tonight and taunting yourself on the very first day isn’t terribly self-loving. Before making the decision to invest in the diet I lurked on this website for a while, seeking information. I’m so grateful to have a place where I can not only see the success stories but watch them as they happen.
Good luck to everyone who is dieting today and I’ll see you all tomorrow. Take care!
Hungry Hippo
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Hi there, I’m new – and I’m fat.
I used to say overweight, chubby, heavy, cuddly, curvaceous (this adjective is perhaps the funniest), but now I have no choice than to say grossly obese. I’m very surprised that teenagers don’t point and laugh.
Yesterday I met with my CDC for the first time, having convinced myself that 2008 is the year to do something about my blubber, bad skin and tents (whoops, I mean clothes). At worst I had guessed myself to be 16 stone. I’m not – I’m frighteningly close to 20. To be at my target weight of 8 stone something, I need to lose approximately eleven stone. It’s insurmountable.
Usually, if someone draws attention to my weight, I find comfort in the arms of Mr Cadbury, Mr Golden Wonder and Mr Domino. This time all I could do was laugh. Laugh or cry: in a stranger’s house and at the beginning of a year when I swore to be happy, I’m glad I chose laughing.
It’s not really funny, though, is it? I know I have to spend the majority of 2008 on a liquid diet. That I can just about – just about, with a bit of tilting and sucking in of cheeks – get my head around. I’m just so angry at myself, for becoming this way in the first place. I’m angry that, if I live to be 75, if bread deprivation doesn’t kill me first, I will have spent a third of my life being overweight. That’s a third of my life in which I couldn’t always wear or do the things I wanted to. I’ll be damned if the very same reason prohibits my living life to the full for the next two thirds!
So I am beginning my diet tomorrow. Not today, because I already had dinner plans for tonight and taunting yourself on the very first day isn’t terribly self-loving. Before making the decision to invest in the diet I lurked on this website for a while, seeking information. I’m so grateful to have a place where I can not only see the success stories but watch them as they happen.
Good luck to everyone who is dieting today and I’ll see you all tomorrow. Take care!
Hungry Hippo
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