Heavy People Can Be Fit.....

You wanna know what pisses me off? 

 

All my life I have been the stocky chick.  When I was thin (with my big ass bones sticking out all over the place and clearly anorexic) I still had to get a size larger to accommodate my biceps, shoulders, rib cage, hips and thighs. This being the case of course, my clothes always had to be altered to fit me which my mother kindly obliged with.

 

My body (since I was a little shit) has always been extremely muscular. (kinda exactly like how my Niece E is) I'm strong. (so is she)  At times, this is nice because I don't have to rely on some dude to constantly be helping me however despite my best efforts, I must resign to this shameful addition.  I need help on occasion.

 

I don't attribute it to not being fit but realize that I do have some oxygen deprivation issues.  In other words, I'm strong but not strong for long.  My muscles uses the little oxygen it has, goes limp and my lungs go into a hissy fit looking for more air.  It feels horrible inside and sounds even worse but once I take a five minute breather, I'm good to go again. However, this causes some issues when trying to lift heavy things for long periods of time.

 

In any case, back to the point - Even though I have battled my weight for many different reasons and have been told to not exercise, I do.  Why?  Because being fat or big in America (or anywhere for that matter) isn't acceptable. According to doctors you have to be a certain weight on a chart in order to be 'normal' or you are considered obese and are going to die some horrible fat death. 

 

People treat you differently when your a bigger person. How do I know?  Because I have been thin.  I have been heavy.  I have been fat.  I have been thin.  I have been fat.  I have been thin.  I have been thin and I have been heavy.  People that I knew for years all of a sudden changed how they treated me because I was a few pounds heavier or lighter.  It was so blatant it was shocking.

 

Some can say, "Oh that is because of how you carried yourself."  Yes, I can accept that reason for some of the behavioral change but not for all of it.  There is just no way that the majority of the difference wasn't because my body looked different.  The comments were too defining.

 

I'm not the only person that will tell you this either, I mean, after people have the surgery that hacks up their stomach and stuff they go to counseling to deal with their body changes and the people that surround them.  It's a fact that it's a hard thing to contend with.

 

When addicted drug abusers, smokers and alcoholics have a problem, it's almost a sin to offer them a drink or cigarette at a party (or a joint for that matter but we won't go there). Seriously, you feel like a complete dork having offered them something. I mean, heaven forbid you didn't magically know they were an recovering addict the second you saw them. 

 

They make their story known about how they couldn't cope with life and resorted to their 'disease' for solace.  It's like you feel sorry for them and sympathize with their pain and anguish almost to the point where you understand why it happened and want to do anything to help them fight their fight.  I mean would you have known you would have thought twice about having mouth wash in your bathroom and candy cigarettes in your cupboard. 

 

It's different with people that are trying to lose weight or break a habit with food. My 'addiction' or weakness is food but no one seems to feels sorry for me, sympathize or wants to hear my story.  Why?  Because if I'm fat it's because stereotypically I'm a slob, have no self respect or I'm lazy. No matter that I exercise, try to watch what I eat and that my 'disease' is linked to our human nature to survive and has nothing to do with some moon-shining uncle in the hills 100 years ago in my family tree.

 

It's advertised constantly on TV, its the center of most family and friends gatherings and is offered to me almost hourly at work.  If I bring my lunch, someone always has to insist that I leave in in the fridge and go out to eat instead knowing it's a serious weakness of mine. Or someone has a birthday and cake just magically shows up on your desk.  Or someone decided to try their hand at some 'cookie-chunk-ala-chocolate-carmel-peanutbutter-sauce' over the weekend and you are almost required to try it despite your argument of "No thanks but I'm trying to cut down".

 

Now, instead of being courteous of this proclamation (over and over and over I might add) 99% of people will replay with, "Oh come on, one little bite isn't gonna hurt. Just try it...."  or "One extra day eating out a week isn't gonna kill ya."

 

Well, listen up people, let me be the first to announce to the ignorant thin world that "YES, IT WILL! YOU 'STICK THIN (NEVER HAD TO WORRY ABOUT WEIGHT A DAY IN MY LIFE) MORON' OR I WOULDN'T BE FRICKEN FAT IN THE FIRST PLACE!" 

 

But I digress.... 

 

What I'm trying to say is that we don't need alcohol, drugs or nicotine to survive however due to our biological need to EAT to SURVIVE staying fit is hard to do. But I do my best.  I try my hardest.  I do more than most super thin, perfectly healthy people do.  In fact, I can out-skate most of them, out-lift most of them and yes, and I will probably always out-weigh them. Why?  Because that's me.  It's the way I have always been - even when I was 'thin looking' by society standards.

 

So this weekend when someone made a comment about my weight (ever so rudely I might add because I sure as hell didn't make a comment about his receding hair line and ugly face) and that I couldn't possible skate the 8-10 miles every other day that I do, I got slightly pissed off.  In fact, he argued that if I had ever done a marathon, I would be thinner. 

 

You are dead wrong ASSHOLE!

 

I skate. I walk. I bike. I have completed one half marathon and a 9k race. I move my body whenever I can. I try to watch what goes in my mouth and it's not like I'm eating fricken crap all the time either.  So I'm heavier than most people but that doesn't mean I'm not fit and can't kick your slimey little ass.

 

So the next time you look at someone and catch yourself thinking about making a rude comment about their weight think again because what may be easy for you isn't as easy for others and how dare you look down on someone for that!

 

Fucking Jerk....