As I was leaving work this evening and saying my “goodnights” to befriended co-workers, I casually commented on what I was going to have for dinner. I mentioned that I was in the mood for soup & maybe a grilled cheese but that I didn’t think that would give me enough calories or points for today as I hadn’t eaten that much. At that point one of my elder co-workers, Miss Mildred as she is lovingly called, proceeded to lecture me about all the reasons I shouldn’t worry about what I eat. Albeit she is entitled to her opinion it struck me in such a way that I began to reconsider my decision to lose weight. She went on to tell me that I am stressing myself out about losing weight and that any medical problems I will ever have in life is not determined by my weight past, present, or future. After she was quite proud of herself for backing me into a proverbial corner she babbled on a bit more chastising me with every word spoken through her teeth. As a coup de grâce she says “I’d just go on to Wendy’s or something and grab a burger”. What right has she to make me feel like I’m 2 feet tall for wanting to do this for myself? When I have children I want to be able to run and play with them like a normal person and not have to sit after 2 or 3 minutes of activity. I’m a nationally certified massage therapist and I have gotten so large and out of shape I don’t even have the stamina to do a 1 hour full body massage without pouring sweat and hyperventilating. My reasons for beginning this journey are all for me.
1. I fear having another miscarriage; it would be more than I can bear.
2. Maybe this will increase my chances of becoming pregnant by resolving my issues w/ PCOS & being borderline diabetic.
3. After becoming pregnant & giving birth I’d like to be in better shape and not add pounds onto my already obese body & short frame.
4. I want to have more energy, longevity, and be in better health in the years to come.
5. I love myself and who I am right now, today but I would like to earn the respect that being thinner would afford me. I don’t want to be skinny per se but I’d like not to be treated like a 2nd class citizen in certain situations. I’m sure you all can relate.
In any case I don’t think I have felt this bad about doing something I was excited about since I was ridiculed as a child. It’s amazing how effective words can be; she may as well have physically slapped me across the face. She really demeaned everything that I have been working for and believing in for the past month or two. I simply feel crushed and exhausted by the experience. For those of you who’ve actually taken the time to read this I appreciate it, your encouragement is needed badly as my esteem is deflated and I truly feel like crying. Sorry for making this so long, I’m just pouring out my heart right now.
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