As fat people, we are ridiculed a lot. And some of us deserve it. There are true, honest to God gluttons on this earth who think of deep fried sticks of butter as a nice way to start the day and not a hilarious novelty item found at county fairs that you laugh at on the outside but die a little bit on the inside with the fact that people actually eat these. Paula Deen, I'm looking at you and your Krispy Kreme Bacon Cheeseburger you proudly toted on national television. I know she has come a long way since then, but that kind of promotion is why such a big portion of Americans are, well, big.
Have you heard of the Heart Attack Grill? You can probably take an educated guess as to what they serve. You can get a thing appropriately called the Quadruple Bypass Burger that looks like a thing that only people on death row would order as a last meal, as a joke. There is also a butterfat shake. This bears repeating: a butterfat shake. I'm just gonna let that sink in for a second, but don't think about it too long or you'll want to skip out on lunch like I kind of do right now.
The owner died of a heart attack, surprising the world.
Not all fat people are fat just for the hell of it. Some of us have hereditary problems we have to battle, unlucky metabolisms, you name it. These are understandable. And you know what, there are just some big people in this world. Some men and women are just built like a damn bear and that's how it just has to be. Where would we be without lumber jacks? I always imagine lumber jacks when I think of people who are just naturally big and they make me smile with their little plaid shirts.
But we still face ridicule no matter the reason because no one wants to listens to stories or excuses, they just want to make you feel bad for being fat. It's happened since bullying began. There's also an imagine in America in particular that women have to be a bean stalk to be pretty. I knew a girl who was a size 2 and was a model, but many agencies told her she had to be a plus size model. A size 2. A damn size 2 is plus size in the fashion industry. This is why eating disorders are such a thing, on the opposite end of the spectrum, and it's just as sad and disgusting as the genius who came up with the Heart Attack Grill.
I have never been so big that I've been asked by an airline to buy an extra seat. I've never even needed a seat belt extender. But I have been in embarrassing situations before because of my weight and it's awful. It haunts you for days, months, years after the fact. I still remember what some kid said to me in 7th grade. I don't think it'll ever leave me.
I don't know about other people, but I can get defensive about my body. Why? I don't know. Maybe it did start from the bully in the 7th grade. But I always have an excuse on the back burner if I'm accused of being gigantic on the spot. When I'm at the grocery store, I hope they know that the hot pockets are for my skinny husband, and that the string cheese sticks are low moisture and skim milk and not that bad when you think about it and I'm only buying a big shirt size because my boobs are so huge and and and.. it's sad. I should not have to feel the need to defend my life from some complete stranger. I only have to answer to myself.
So I am done thinking of excuses. Excuses are only worth the breath you waste giving them and nothing more than that. Even that is too precious when you think about how fickle life is. At the end of the day, I am the reason I am overweight and there's not enough pixie dust on this damn planet that you can sprinkle on my fat ass to magically make me thin. There is a phrase about exercising that in a year from now, you'll wish you have started today.
I was going to wait a couple more weeks before starting P90X, but no excuses. Tonight I'll start up again and Tony Horton will be my friend for 60 days straight. Why 60 days? Because on October 14th, I'll be flying to California with my husband, mom, and two best friends to visit Disneyland, California Adventure, Universal, Knott's Berry Farm, yadda yadda yadda, for a spectacular week. That will be my prize. What a prize it is. And anyone who's toured a Disney park knows that's enough exercise right there, and then I'll pick it up again when I get back home.
Watch this space. I am starting today.
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