Over the last year I have made a concerted effort to be healthier and loose weight. I honestly didn't do it for my looks. I did it because I didn't feel good, I was always tired, and I wasn't sleeping well. At the time that I made the decision I weighed almost 160 pounds.
I don't believe in fancy diets. I simply started to eat better, watched the quantities, watched what time of day I was eating, and I exercised regularly (2 times a week for about 45-1 hour, most weeks, sometimes one, sometimes 3) and tried to be more active in life in general. It took me a year to loose it but I finally got to where I am feeling good again. I have my energy back and I am sleeping better than I have in a long time. I'm now 110 pounds. I am 5'2".
I have one problem now. People are surprisingly mean to me about my weight. I've heard many surprisingly snide comments about how I must have done some trick, or I couldn't possibly understand their over weight issues, or with how I look now it's impossible to have weighed more, or I've never had babies, and I've been told flat out that I am lying about being bigger. I have even been scolded for not using some dieting trick.
To these people I say, "Get over yourselves!" Just because I have a sense of humour about having a tape worm (I don't have a tape worm, gross) and am maintaining my weight doesn't mean I'm barfing or starving myself. I did it the old fashioned way, by being conscientious and patient. I think the mean things that have been said to me are because those misplaced people want what I have accomplished and they are only seeing the results, not the work over the year that I put in to it.
I will not let those who make those snide comments make me feel bad about how I look anymore: Sure it's hard to find my size in a store now because they're always sold out. Sure I have to buy a new wardrobe which makes my broke-ass even more broke. Sure my boobs are 3 cup sizes smaller than before and slightly less perky (I'm 37 years old it was bound to happen anyways).
But! I won't heed those negative comments any more: I don't start fires with the friction of my thighs rubbing together. I don't knock items off tables with my hips as I walk through a restaurant. I can eat ice cream without guilt. I get to buy all new lingerie. I sleep well at night now.
Pfffff in your general direction "you."
I don't believe in fancy diets. I simply started to eat better, watched the quantities, watched what time of day I was eating, and I exercised regularly (2 times a week for about 45-1 hour, most weeks, sometimes one, sometimes 3) and tried to be more active in life in general. It took me a year to loose it but I finally got to where I am feeling good again. I have my energy back and I am sleeping better than I have in a long time. I'm now 110 pounds. I am 5'2".
I have one problem now. People are surprisingly mean to me about my weight. I've heard many surprisingly snide comments about how I must have done some trick, or I couldn't possibly understand their over weight issues, or with how I look now it's impossible to have weighed more, or I've never had babies, and I've been told flat out that I am lying about being bigger. I have even been scolded for not using some dieting trick.
To these people I say, "Get over yourselves!" Just because I have a sense of humour about having a tape worm (I don't have a tape worm, gross) and am maintaining my weight doesn't mean I'm barfing or starving myself. I did it the old fashioned way, by being conscientious and patient. I think the mean things that have been said to me are because those misplaced people want what I have accomplished and they are only seeing the results, not the work over the year that I put in to it.
I will not let those who make those snide comments make me feel bad about how I look anymore: Sure it's hard to find my size in a store now because they're always sold out. Sure I have to buy a new wardrobe which makes my broke-ass even more broke. Sure my boobs are 3 cup sizes smaller than before and slightly less perky (I'm 37 years old it was bound to happen anyways).
But! I won't heed those negative comments any more: I don't start fires with the friction of my thighs rubbing together. I don't knock items off tables with my hips as I walk through a restaurant. I can eat ice cream without guilt. I get to buy all new lingerie. I sleep well at night now.
Pfffff in your general direction "you."
