FATTY, FATTY, TWO BY FOUR

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When I hit puberty, my weight became a problem. I always looked for the easy way out.  Anything that would help me lose weight fast.  It didn’t matter if I ate the same thing every day – charted my caloric intake – tried every diet known to mankind and some I made up on my own.  Losing weight fast is really never a good idea, because chances are your fat will come back with a vengeance, once you’ve gone back to your old eating habits.

There were always the excuses – it’s genetic – it’s my bone structure – it’s my mouth getting in the way of my mind.  If you’ve never dieted, you won’t understand this post at all.  If you have, I hope you will know that the frustration of dieting is not fun.

As I’ve aged, I’ve probably lost and gained 50,000 pounds.  For the past five years I’ve maintained the same weight, which is probably 50 pounds too much.  My doctor doesn’t seem concerned, but I know that carrying this extra baggage is causing my hips, my legs, my back and my feet to resent every one of them.

My problem,  plain and simple, is that I like to eat – everything.  I love ice cream, donuts and all the usual things that make you fat, but I also love salads, vegetables, fruit.  I’m five feet tall.  I’ve lost a few inches over time.  I always tell people I used to be six feet tall and everything slipped down to my mid-section and hips as I lost the additional height.   That excuse doesn’t really cut it anymore either.

I don’t drink to excess.  I’m not a smoker.  I don’t drink coffee.  I lead a pretty decent life, but I’m fat.  They say when you are addicted to something, the first step is admit you have a problem.  I admit it.  I’m Kathy and I’m a food-a-holic.

Maybe it’s not a bad idea to carry around an extra few pounds when you get old.  You never know when you’re going to get sick and your body uses every ounce of fat to keep you alive a little longer.  If that’s the case, I’m going to live for another fifty years.  Who knows?

 

 

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About atimetoshare.me

As I reach the end of my years, I find I have a lot of good information stored up in this old decrepit mind of mine. If I don't write it all down, it may vanish and no one will have the advantage of my thoughts. This is why this blog exists. I love the Lord, Jesus with all my heart and soul. I know I'm undeserving of all He's done for me, but I also know that His love is beyond my comprehension. I've always wanted to write. I never kept diaries, but tucked my thoughts in my head for future reference. I use them now in creating stories, plays, poetry and my blog. I continue to learn every day. I believe the compilation of our time spent with God will have huge affect on the way we live. I know I'm a sinner and I need a Savior. I have One through Jesus, Christ. My book, "Stages - a memoir," is about the seven stages of life from the perspective of a woman. It addresses all the things girls and women go through in life as they travel it with Jesus, and it is available on Amazon.com.
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4 Responses to FATTY, FATTY, TWO BY FOUR

  1. hatrack4 says:

    My mother was the self-appointed fat critic of the family. Odd thing, as she nagged more, everyone, except my Dad, gained more. That caused her to step up the abuse more. As for Dad, when she learned that he was borderline diabetic, she put him on a strict diet – mostly cardboard, at least that was the texture and taste. He went from normal to skin and bones. He had congestive heart failure, but he functioned like he could go on for years. Then he got food poisoning from a local restaurant – bad cole slaw. He was gone in two months. We all thought if he had meat on his bones, he could have weathered the storm. I have enough ‘meat’ to weather three consecutive hurricanes (four?), but being too skinny isn’t a good thing either.

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    • atimetoshare.me says:

      I know right? My dad always gave me a hard time about my weight. I tried every diet imaginable to little or no avail. The extra pounds I’m carrying now have really put lots of extra strain on my joints. Guess I’ll have to live with it😬

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  2. You are hilarious, Kathy! But no… you are not fat! And a few extra pounds as we age os not a bad idea. My mother used to say that one serious illness will drop the pounds and we’ll find ourseves to be merely skeletal skin and bones. So there is wisdom in what you say about that. If it makes you feel any better, though, I eat like a bird and still manage to gain weight! 🙄🙄 Love you!! 💜💜

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