On Losing Weight...

[quidditchgrrl]

PBG = 2 skinny byotches down for the count

Skinny byotches = 0

If you're not familar with spinning, that's a workout on a stationary bicycle. It kicks ass. Being able to take spinning classes was my second workout goal a year ago (the first was to rehab my unstable knee). I took the first set of spinning classes last fall and loved it.

The one thing I discovered is that when you're the Fat Chick, people pace their workout to you, because obviously I'm out of shape working off 600+ calories an hour in class.

I've caused one girl to puke and another to be escorted upstairs to recover. Do I feel bad? Hell no! I think it's hilarious, and it certainly challenges the notion that overweight = unhealthy/uncoordinated/unable.

I'm down to 207 - I was at Nimbus at 237, my heaviest weight ever. I am wearing size 16 right now, and close to sizing out of Lane Bryant clothing. I already can't wear their 14/16 dresses. My wedding dress is going to need serious alteration.

I understand, I really do. Losing weight is such a struggle, and most of the time it's a losing proposition. I started gaining weight at age 6 and didn't stop until last September. My luck was always that I was tall, and 'carried the weight well'. Small blessings, I guess.

I understand. I try to never mention it unless I'm speaking in terms of this last ten pounds, which I lost in the course of being very ill for the past six weeks. I don't say anything, really. But the sarcastic remarks come anyway.

Person #1: "Oh, you've lost weight!"
PBG: "Yes."
Person #1 (sarcastic): "Well, lucky you."

Person #2: "Wow, you've really lost weight!"
PBG: "Yes."
Person #2: "What diet plan are you on?"
PBG: "I'm just eating better and exercising more."
Person #2 (sarcastic): " Well, isn't that just grand!"

I have to say that hurts my feelings, a bit. After all, I'm working very hard to get the weight off, fighting stereotypes about fat people and what they can do, I can't have bariatric surgery - not fat enough - and I'm suffering with stomach pain so intense, toast and tea has become my South Beach Diet.

After all that work, I am not able to be proud of myself in public, to my friends or my family. They don't want to hear it. I had to go to Lane Bryant and buy pants to wear out of the store because the pants I wore to work were literally falling off my ass. Thank goodness my younger sister and hastyent are happy for me or I'd be thoroughly discouraged. While private victories are important, being able to be happy about it in public can't be discounted.



Random thoughts:

I am the only female in the US who doesn't like Queer Eye for the Straight Guy. Gay stereotypes annoy me.

Clay Aiken is a freaky looking guy. Ew, freaky. He needs to make country records so they'll quit playing him on MTV Hits.

Liam Lynch is a god. "Still Wasted From the Party Last Night" - OMGFUNNIESTSONGEVAR.

I've been woken in the middle of the night twice this week with a serious Draco/Hermione plot bunny. IT WON'T LEAVE ME BE, probably won't until I've written it. *wails at the zillions of WiPs waiting for attention* The next chapter of my George/Hermione is 60% done, and I'll be plugging away on that as well, so will not be around so much. Will try to read LJ couple times a week though. Am very reachable through email.

ETA: Darn you, fearthainn for posting the last chapter of Dark Directed! Now I have to read it before I go to bed. I am going to be a tired (but happy) chica tomorrow. :P

Comments

[quidditchgrrl.livejournal.com]

Thanks! I hope you decide to deal with your health problems, but it's a personal decision.