If you want to know what the world really thinks about fat people, be a fat person and lose weight. People treat you differently. They respect you. Not just for the knowledge of accomplishment, but because people’s instinct finds health satisfying to their eyes. Although, that’s not what people will tell you. They’ll say “You look great”, “You’re not THAT big”, or even “You don’t need to diet.” Those damned tickling lies! People mean well. They placate to a desire for acceptance and secretly, even if unintentionally, feel as though they are doing something charitable for someone undeserving. There is a connotation, you know, about how fat people are stupid, lazy, and unhygienic. Really, those things aren’t necessarily connected, but the one common factor for nearly all the fat people I know, including myself, was a lack of self-control. We couldn’t help ourselves. We hated saying no.
That was my problem. I couldn’t say no. I skipped meals to tell myself I was saving calories, but then ate compulsively crushing any metabolism I had. I was that kid, the one who wasn’t obese right away but had rolls developed from sneaking snacks and eating treats. I was as solid as a rubber tire and as flabby as a flat. I walked into high school at 200 lbs and left around 270. In college, my freshman 15 became the freshman 30. While my weight was in flux over the years, I had turned the scales to nearly 300 lbs in my mid-twenties. Fat, smoking, treating my body like I hated it with every addictive treat I could force down. Clothes were expanding with tags that read 44 inch waist and 2-XL shirts. Even then, some of the clothes were getting too tight.
I wanted the change. We all do. Every fat person who has ever dieted, even once, even haphazardly, they prove their longing to get away from being fat. No one likes being fat. To be buried in the living casket of their own body gasping for air. The shame of not fitting in a space designated for the standard public. Airplane seats. Cars. Thank God people don’t use phone booths anymore because I’m not sure I would have fit. The embarrassment of explaining that my own body prevented me from being part of the world in front of me was infuriating. That was what lit the fire within me. I wanted to be taken seriously.
Years of failure dragged me down, thinking I couldn’t do it. It’s not possible unless you can afford a gym membership, a trainer and perfectly constructed cuisine. That mentality was all wrong and was proven wrong by a friend. He lost 50 lbs in 5 months. I wanted that. The secret? Diet and exercise. No pills. No surgery. No gimmick. I had to learn self-control through a commitment to routine. Calorie reduction to 2000 and 30 minutes of cardio daily. In 8 months I lost 80 lbs. Self-control; That’s how winning is done.
Self-control; That’s how winning is done