The original Fat Game was named by my two uncles, David and Mathew. When I was young, my Mom and Dad would sometimes have them babysit me. And if there was a piece of meat to be included in my dinner, then we had to play the game. All visible fat had to be trimmed, and then the meat that was next to the fat, in case fat was contagious.
Obviously I've grown up. I am 31 years old. I'm married. I'm a Chef. I am 5'2". My cholesterol is over 200. My doctor told me I'm basically a solid. He thinks he's got jokes.
Every week, I hereby commit to you, I will post weight gained/lost as measured by the scale at my weight watcher meeting. I will post my food journal, or if that's too tedious, my points plus total for each day. I commit to telling the truth. About weight loss, about being a plus-size woman, about how this has affected me, my life, and everything else.
This isn't just about saving my health, my marriage or my sanity, this is about saving my soul.
Because I will not play this game anymore.
Hey YOU! We are in this together! Whatever support you need I am here for you. Lot's of love and you can do it...you are stubborn enough to not let it beat you. Keep your chin up and say hello to your uncles!
ReplyDeleteOh I have witnessed the Fat Game... its actually more common *hmmm sister* than one would think. Good luck and know you have my support!
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