I went to the doctor for the first time in over three years Wednesday (the state plan that I finally got at the end of June; bureaucracy). Surprisingly, I got to see and keep my doctor I had before. I was able to go back on my meds for the depression which I now have … Continue reading When the Fat Hits the Fan
-Honey, you’re too fat. You need to lose some weight. Then I will love you. But if you gain weight, I will hate you. Dieting has nothing to do with health. Oh, it’s certainly advocated as a cure for “health problems” but in and of itself, dieting has no real purpose except to starve the … Continue reading If You Diet, I Will Love You
Well, I mean, obviously. But in this case I mean in the pejorative sense. Diets are means by which dieters are deliberately set up to fail while others profit from their failures. They are also means of psychologically manipulating dieters into hating food and so treating food as an enemy. Dieters are also manipulated into … Continue reading “Diet” Is A Four Letter Word
Or the proof that BMI is a complete fail. Since I’ve been reading up on fat acceptance lately, I’ve been working on how I view myself. Several interesting reads that I plan on reviewing here but not in this post. Last night, I was looking at my previous parish’s event photos. I was hoping for … Continue reading An Ice Cream Bar Kind of Day
No, you do not have to answer that question. Nor do I want some of you to. I can be an emotional eater. I am also considered overweight, no, morbidly obese for my height and weight. Though you wouldn’t know it by looking at me. But I eat mostly healthy (I have a sweet tooth … Continue reading Am I Fat?
I am fat. There. I said it. I’ve admitted what everyone else has seen. What everyone else has said is the worst thing about me. About how ugly and stupid I am for being fat. How everyone has judged me and found me worthless. Why am I fat? I am not a pig. I don’t … Continue reading Why Yes…
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