I hate Being Fat/Obese
I LOVE me. I think I am pretty darn awesome—that may sound bad—but it is the truth. I’m not being braggadocious, but trying to give an honest appraisal of who I am.
Who I am:
- I’m caring.
- I’m loving.
- I’m devoted wife, mother, grandmother, and friend.
- I’m a dedicated business person.
- I’m giving.
- I’m stedfast.
- I keep my word.
- I keep secrets.
- I’m a writer.
- I’m an artist.
- I’m a crafter.
- I’m a woodworker.
- I love to create all manner of things.
- I’m an encourager.
- I’m a celebrator of all things good in life—even when it isn’t about me, but about you—I love seeing others do well.
This is who Shonnie is. Shonnie is way beyond a number on the scale or the size of her dress. I do not have a bad image of my self. Yes, I do have quite a few flaws—which are CONSTANTLY pointed out to me by those in my life—I often have to remind myself of my VALUE. People treat fat people differently—not right—but life.
In this age of body image love why would I ever say such a thing as, “I hate being Fat/Obese?” Because I do. I am an honest person. I have fat on my body and I find it disturbing on MANY levels—I will go into these more later.
If you love being fat! Work it! Enjoy it! Celebrate it! I am good with that, but I don’t happen to share your joy in being obese. I don’t actually want to die prematurely because of the strain this puts on my organs, and joints. These posts are not about my wanting to shame you from loving your fat body! I just don’t love mine.
I am working on loving mine, because there may NOT be a way to fix it without starving for the rest of my life and I am not going to do that. Starving is like 500 to 800 cals or so daily—not sustainable.
In short, I love me, but hate the fat!
Till later ….