I went out walking with a friend and then we had lunch. As we were gabbing and eating, she said that we were on the same fitness level and about the same size. I had to keep my mouth from dropping open. (It wouldn't have been a pretty sight, since my mouth was full with salmon) All I did was shake my head yes and changed the subject.
Later that day, I reflected on our conversation. I thought about our height, I"m 5'7, she's about 5'5. I recalled the day we took a fitness class together, I kicked butt and she didn't. But, when we went out walking she was walking a faster pace than me. She's more top heavy, I'm more bottom heavy (I can fill a trunk, like no body's business). Our eating habits are amazingly alike...we eat too much of everything! And we're both a size 14.
I finally admitted that both my friend and I are at the same fitness level and the same size. We have different shapes and we're both women who want to lose weight. It's funny because I always thought of myself as thinner than her. I was obviously in a lot of denial.
Six years ago, I was a size 18 and weighed over 200 lbs. I knew I had gained a lot of weight, but I didn't think it was that bad. EVERYONE kept telling me that I looked great. Then one day I saw my reflection at a store window and I was shocked. Who was that big woman? I stood rooted at that spot and stared at my reflection. All these questions and thoughts whirled through my head, "How did I let myself go?" "Why did everyone lie to me?" "I'm definitely not skinny anymore."
The moment of truth. I asked my mother, "Mom, am I fat?" She looked at me straight in the eye and said, "Yes, honey you are." She was the first person who was honest with me. I joined Weight Watchers and went down to a size 12. Since, then I have gained, lost, gained and lost.
Now, it seems I'm stuck at a size 14. I still have some weight to lose and I don't want to be comfortable at the weight I am. My friend I and are the same. We're on the same journey. She wants to lose her stomach rolls and I want rid some of the junk in my trunk!
Food for Thought: “It's not denial. I'm just selective about the reality I accept." Bill Watterson
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