Monday, June 20, 2011


I'm not sure when I realized I am fat.

I don't know if it was when it became hard to wipe my own ass.
I don't know if it was when I had to buy clothing 10 sized bigger than I want to wear.
I don't know.

But I do know that I am fat. And I hate it. And it holds me hostage.

I avoid doing things because I'm fat. I avoid sex with my husband. I avoid going back to my hometown. I avoid going to sides of town where I am likely to run into people who don't know I am fat. I avoid church. I avoid family functions. I avoid shopping for myself.

I am 33. I am fat and I am miserable.

Its not a matter of not knowing what to do. I know what to do. Burn more calories than I use.
But its so easy to hide in my home. Eat what feels good. So its a pattern. Hide and eat. Hide and eat. Hide and Eat.

I've decided that today? Today I am making changes. Small but significant. Exercise. Eat healthy.

Something drastic needs to happen. And soon.

Just not sure how I am going to do it.

1 comment:

  1. Hey I know this struggle and am here for you if there is anything I can do to help, even if it just to listen or talk you out of eating something that is bad lol. Maybe once I can walk, I can start coming over and we can walk or exercise together. Just know this you are still a beautiful and amazing women and people love you for you no matter what your size. But I totally understand the hiding and not wanting to run it to people from your hometown. Don't let it hold you hostage like it has me. Love you sis ;)