So here I stand…naked. That’s what it feels like anyway. Finally admitting that you have a problem with eating and weight is like someone stripping you naked and throwing you out of a moving van in the Wal-Mart parking lot. You’re rolling, your rolls are rolling and there you are, naked among the pajama and tube top wearing customers of Wal-Mart. The funny thing is, while I’m sure even the people who love me the most know I’m losing this battle with weight, I really only found out I was fat last week. That’s right, denial has a name and its name is Mindy.
I don’t mentally suffer from being overweight. I don’t, I promise. I’m confident. Oddly confident some would say. I’m 5’4 and weigh about 150lbs over what I should. Yep, that’s 150lbs, unfortunately not a damn typo. In my head I’m 5’9″ and look a lot like a supermodel. YAY for self confidence. That’s not to say that I haven’t had moments where people have tried to take their jabs. It has definitely happened. The funny part is that as my weight has gone up and down over the years, the jabs are usually worse when I’m just a little overweight. My personal favorite was when I only weighed about 20lbs more than my super slim sister and I was high as a kite dieting on Chinese herbs. I could see, sounds and feel my hair grow. It. Was. Amazing! My sis and I were introduced to a man who said “Shew, looks like you always beat your sister to the grub plate.” I feel like I can be honest and tell you that it was the one time in my life that I wanted to kick the shit out of an old man. I didn’t, but the want was there. That was 20 years ago and still stings.
To read the rest of Mindy’s Blog as she embarks on a journey that will include bariatric surgery and beyond, click on this link. (Editor’s Note: I promise, the rest of it is as entertaining as the first few paragraphs.)
Mindy is a Walton County resident who is chronicling this journey in the hopes that it will help her as well as others who may be facing the same struggle.