Reading Roni’s blog, her younger years remind me of myself.
When I was in 7th grade I weighed in at 150 at a doctors appointment. It didn’t bother me until weight became a subject of discussion one day, most likely in feb or march. The heaviest boy in my class was boasting, he weighed 83 lbs. Most of them were about 75. I weighed TWICE AS MUCH as them. Nearly all of the girls weighed more than the boys, but I couldn’t get over the fact that I weighed twice as much as this one boy with whom I had been competing with for the position of tallest person in the class for YEARS (later he shot up several inches and now I laugh remembering the fights).
I used to get teased that I was fat in elementary school but my mother always told me it was because I was “barrel chested” I accepted that up until this point, I could see it. I didn’t take much to dieting until 8th grade. I don’t recall what my starting weight was, but I’m guessing 150s. When I hit a plateau of 120lbs (I was 5′8″ tall), I was furious; All the girls I knew the weights of were below 110, some below 100. Looking back I know I should have been satisfied, I was taller than them all and bigger built than most of them. Height and build didn’t matter, that little (or big) number on the scale did.
I did all kinds of crazy things for dieting. For a few months I drank a breakfast shake in the morning (because I read that people who eat breakfast have higher metabolisms), ate a salad at lunch, and when my family acctually all sat down together for dinner, I’d eat dinner, otherwise I’d skip. I gave up all snacking and sweets (If only I had half that motivation now) but I could not lose any more weight. It got to the point my dad was worried I was anorexic and my mother quit letting me use the scale, but I knew where she put it so that didn’t change much.
Finally, after school got out, I got frustrated and gave up dieting all together. Not having the daily visual reminder of all those ultra thin girls is probably what stopped me from starting right up again. I gained back 30 lbs almost instantly because I was acctually eating again. I stopped weighing myself, I honestly didn’t care anymore. Then I gained and gained all summer and all through 9th grade. When someone noted that I had gained weight over the summer (early in 9th grade) I weighed myself. I was 100 lbs above what I had been while nearly starving myself.
For a while I started trying to lose again. When I noticed that I hardly lost anything, and I gained more back after I stopped each diet, I gave up dieting. I Decided I was “destined to be fat like mom” and just left it alone, pretty much eating whatever I wanted throughout the rest of my school. Yeah I was fat, but I was too frustrated to care.
Sometime during 9th grade a boy called me a “massive beast.” Simply to irritate him, I made it my new nickname, It didn’t stick for long, thankfully. It stuck long enough to tell him I didn’t care that I was huge.
Looking back I now realize I didn’t give any of my new diets long enough to work. I now understand how my mother gained all the weight she carries and that it isn’t destiny or genes making me be fat. She was thin until her 30s she gained the weight after being extremely sick and having surgeries after having my younger sister. I didnt fully understand the portions of everything that I knew at the time.
Being the only fat one of my sisters didn’t help. My oldest sister always had a nice shape in my memory, my older sister was always a “bean pole” and my younger sister was not fat but not scrawny like our older sister either. I felt like I was the only fat child on the planet. Living in a small town where petite-ness is prominent, even if I had never gotten fat, I would have felt large.
Throughout 10th, 11th & 12th grade I didn’t try to diet much. I had gotten used to being large, and the comments about it had pretty much stopped. I got upset about it sometimes but I never found anything that didnt sound like it was just too much work.
In the second semester of my senior year, the Junior and Senior classes (minus the few students who chose not to participate) put on an edited (for length) version of Gilbert & Sullivan’s Pirate’s of Penzance. This kept me very busy, and somewhat active. Someone commented that I looked as though I’d lost weight. I couldn’t imagine that I had, I hadn’t been doing anything differently in my mind. However I did, I was down to 230 lbs and may have gone below that. I was around 235 at graduation. I gained a bit of weight over the next year, I didnt really pay much attention to anything. I would go for short sprees of trying to exercise or watch what I ate but I wasn’t determined.
Then over the past year I have been a little more determined but I still haven’t found anything to stick to. I’ve gone on and off treadmill sprees. In June I saw that I weighed 295 lbs and made a promise to myself that I would NEVER touch 300. Never ever ever ever ever ever. … never in 40-hundred-million years.
So far i’ve lost about 15 lbs LOL. And that is where this blog’s journey begins. 