I weigh less today than yesterday! This is the third day in a row that I have been able to lose weight instead of gain it. I'm so happy! Sure. It's not much, but it's something, and it's in the right direction. I'll take it! I am getting back on track to meet my goal. That's all that is important here.
Starting weight: 401 lbs
Current weight: 355.4 lbs ⇩
Long-term Goal: 145 lbs
Short-term Goal: 325 lbs
The next thing I'd like to see is my weight back down to 349 lbs. Then I would like to drop below that number. That would be amazing! I can't wait to be in the 340s, then the 330s, then the 320s, 310s, 300s... and, dare I dream it, under 300 lbs? I know this is attainable. I know it is. I want to see myself at 299 lbs or less. What is a better word than amazing? That's what it would be. It would be a feeling for which there is no appropriate word. I can't wait to get there.
Time. Time is what it will take. I hate time.
The effort is fine. I can deal with expending the effort to get myself there, but having to wait minutes, hours, days... eternities... I just want it to be done. I supposed that part of this effort is time, though. I have to endure. I have to persevere.
The struggle will be worth it in the end when I am a normal-sized human who doesn't have to worry about buying two airplane seats or not fitting into someone's car or not being able to walk up a flight of stairs. It will all be worth it when I'm not a spectacle simply because of my size.
I do not agree with the fat-acceptance movement that is being perpetuated, but it would be nice to stop being ridiculed and judged. It would be great to simply be. But to get that privilege, I need to blend into society and not stand out. I know that the prevalence of obesity has grown, but it should not be considered the new normal to be obese or morbidly obese. I cannot accept it. No one should. While I agree that courtesy would be nice, courtesy should not be forced on others. People are entitled to their opinions.
I was watching a video wherein a fat-acceptance advocate -- a model and a public figure -- was on an airplane next to a man who was texting privately with a friend or family member. She nosed in on his text to see that he had written terrible things about her and her weight. She was outraged and ended up shaming him into an apology which she caught on film.
What business was it of hers what he texted in the privacy of his phone? She was policing his mind and his thoughts. Sure, the man wasn't nice for thinking those things, but he had a right to have those thoughts and to share those thoughts with others. She had no right to poke her nose into his private conversation, to be quite honest.
Fat-acceptance has no place in my world, but I'd never dream of policing someone else's thoughts graph:
Starting weight: 401 lbs
Current weight: 355.4 lbs ⇩
Long-term Goal: 145 lbs
Short-term Goal: 325 lbs
The next thing I'd like to see is my weight back down to 349 lbs. Then I would like to drop below that number. That would be amazing! I can't wait to be in the 340s, then the 330s, then the 320s, 310s, 300s... and, dare I dream it, under 300 lbs? I know this is attainable. I know it is. I want to see myself at 299 lbs or less. What is a better word than amazing? That's what it would be. It would be a feeling for which there is no appropriate word. I can't wait to get there.
Time. Time is what it will take. I hate time.
The effort is fine. I can deal with expending the effort to get myself there, but having to wait minutes, hours, days... eternities... I just want it to be done. I supposed that part of this effort is time, though. I have to endure. I have to persevere.
The struggle will be worth it in the end when I am a normal-sized human who doesn't have to worry about buying two airplane seats or not fitting into someone's car or not being able to walk up a flight of stairs. It will all be worth it when I'm not a spectacle simply because of my size.
I was watching a video wherein a fat-acceptance advocate -- a model and a public figure -- was on an airplane next to a man who was texting privately with a friend or family member. She nosed in on his text to see that he had written terrible things about her and her weight. She was outraged and ended up shaming him into an apology which she caught on film.
What business was it of hers what he texted in the privacy of his phone? She was policing his mind and his thoughts. Sure, the man wasn't nice for thinking those things, but he had a right to have those thoughts and to share those thoughts with others. She had no right to poke her nose into his private conversation, to be quite honest.
Fat-acceptance has no place in my world, but I'd never dream of policing someone else's thoughts graph:
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