How Being Fat Affects My Health
This guest post is from Sylvia from the Zaftig Chicks, a pair that recently went AWOL on the Fat Acceptance Movement. I am curious to hear the reaction from the WATRD community on this one, since the focus is not on the weight, but on the pain she is in.
I’ve mentioned this before, but I’ve been fat practically my whole life. I’ve gone through some phases where I lost weight either on purpose or by accident, but I’ve never been “skinny.” I think the smallest size I’ve ever worn as an adult is a size 14. And I’m perfectly happy with that.
What I’m not happy with is my lack of energy. The constant struggle to do anything active. Being in pain all the time.
Now, I’ve never really been an active person. There aren’t a lot of physical activities that I enjoy. By nature, I’m kind of a lazy person. And just admitting it to myself isn’t good enough anymore. Because it is really affecting my quality of life.
My weight as a kid and in early adulthood didn’t seem to have any immediate effect on my health. I was never on any prescription medicine, nor did I suffer from any major pain or other ailments. But, as a young adult, I was also partying all the time, sleeping very little, and trying to maintain my weight so I could get a man. You know the deal. Plus, I was poor, so food wasn’t always the #1 priority (beer was).
As I got older and stopped partying, I’m sure my metabolism slowed down and the extra weight “just happened”. I was making more money, so I was eating more. I didn’t have many friends, so I stayed home a lot and lazed about the house. I was less active. And it started to hurt. I was over 200 lbs at that point.
Oh, and then I was put on high blood pressure medicine and being treated for pre-diabetes. I had to track my blood sugar on a regular basis. I was sleepy all the time. My cholesterol was high, so I got put on medicine for that. My knees hurt, my back hurt, I had no energy. Now I’m up to around 260 lbs.
And sure, one can argue that it is old age that is making me ache and hurt and have to take medicine. But good Lord, I am only 35 years old. This is ridiculous.
Now when I think about doing any physical activity (including cooking, cleaning, bike riding, roller skating), I cringe. Because I know it’s going to hurt. Badly.
So you know what? I’ve got to get these lbs off. I want to be active. I don’t want to be in pain any more. I want to have a baby and not be in traction. I want to be able to run and get on a trampoline.
And right now, I’ve got to do this for ME.