The post that follows was one placed on me blog when I fessed up to the whole world that I had become 'Public Transport' size. It was first posted back in autumn of 2009, when me weight was well over the 350 mark. Just look at the snap above, not even using tricks of photography can hide how massive MOI had become. With a face like a beach ball and a belly that did not allow one to see shoes, it is not a sight to enjoy. Feeling almost like a public service advert for weight loss, I place the post before you again. Easy enough to do when one has lost over 150 of the pounds pictured in the snap.
Dear reader, this old geezer was brutal in the telling of the tale of FAT, so brutal it worked.
OBESITY, from Fr. obésité, from L. obesitas "fatness, corpulence," from obesus "that has eaten itself fat," pp. of obdere "to eat all over, devour," from ob "over" + edere "eat" . FAT - having too much flabby tissue; corpulent; obese: a fat person,dull; stupid: fat clums any of several white or yellowish greasy substances, forming the chief part of adipose tissue of animals and also occurring in plants, that when pure are colorless, odorless, and tasteless and are either solid or liquid esters of glycerol with fatty acids; fats are insoluble in water or cold alcohol but soluble in ether, chloroform, or benzene: used in the manufacture of soap, paints, and other protective coatings and in cooking.
My dears, I did not want to leave anything to chance with the post I am about to give you to read. As the snap will surely show, I am FAT, there is no other word to use. There is far more of me than there should be. I see it in the bath mirror every morning and my clothes tells me that I have become 'tent' size. How this came about and what it means to me is quite an interesting story and I think if you stay with me, you will see how it all ties together. Mind, I know there will be laughs had at my expense, but never will the dear reader doubt that I am very aware of my present situation and the place in society due to it.
All of this comes about due to a visit to the doctor's office week past. The doctor told me that I was over weight. That has got to rank as the understatement of the year. In medical terms, if one is a certain percent over ideal weight, it is called OBESITY, not the quiet little word 'fat'. In point of fact, the doctor listed on my chart the complaints I might have and right up at the top of the list was OBESITY. I will go so far as to tell that I think the doctors place me in the MORBIDLY OBESE class.
For you who are of perfect weight, all of this will sound odd. It did to me, when I was a shadow of meself now on display. But as the pounds added self to me frame, it became a subject that I got to know a great deal about. I know all about diets, quick fix solutions, the miracle of losing weight in sleep and even the dangers of having one's self cut open and a band placed round opening of stomach to restrict food. I am very aware of how some folks view me due to my size. Have heard all of the names and am gobsmacked at the number of clever folks who will not have 'fat' friends and avoid folks with weight issues as if just being round will cause them undo harm.
There is a clever lady on the telly who has battled weight for many years, even going so far as to bring out on a cart, the amount of pounds she lost, displayed as lard. Very creative, but hardly think it worked. Many know they are fat, and do not need others to remind. In the case of the famous and clever lady, her problems with weight are ongoing.
Folks get fat for a number of reason and I am not qualified to tell what causes others to be fat. I do know my own body and can tell you what causes me to put on the pounds. I have been aware of that for a very long time. To be true I am not going to hold back on sharing and if the subject of FAT is too much to bear or more information than you want to know, I will not be offended if you wander off and find something more interesting to do with your time. I hope you will stick round as it will be most illuminating and as always will use meself as the butt of the tale.
I have not always been fat, in point of fact I could show you snaps of me over time that will prove that I had a fine figure for majority of life. As late as me 40's that still held true but there were a number of issues that I was unaware that were going to play a major role in that changing.
When I lost me partner, I turned to food and put on a bit of weight, and lost it. Sadly, am told that the body remembers every fat cell and it lies in wait just waiting to spring forward making you larger at any given time. I also found out late in life that I had a Thyroid problem, and have to take medicine to correct it not working proper. Don't roll eyes skyward, I am not going to lay the blame just on me Thyroid, but it is a contributing factor.
Along with the Thyroid, I have very bad bones. The bad bones have caused me to go under the knife to lose hip, and parts of leg bones. I was born with this condition and there was nothing I could have done to prevent. I was and to some degree a walker most of life. Over time, my ability to walk has been made more and more difficult, and it has been the main source of exercise I allowed meself. I would be too afraid to set foot in a gym in my present condition. Would hardly want to be the cause of laughter ringing throughout the establishment.
I stand at about 5'9" and depending on what scale of proper weight you use, should weight no more than round 160 pounds. When I was 40, I remember being quite proud that my weight was just about that, a little under. I cut a fine figure.
During the past 22 years I have added the pounds, taking a bit off from time to time but always getting it back. If I were to be honest, my weight had hung round 220 pound, not public transport size but not a good weight for me. At the time of my operation to remove a hip, my weight was 208 and there was every hope that I would get more to come off. It did for a bit.
During the last two years my weight has been round 250, in the last six months the flood gates have opened and I now am at the massive weight of 356 pounds. A very large man indeed. Is a laugh to hear a doctor tell me that I am overweight when I know that my BMI is through the roof and I have lost the ability to see shoes, let alone to tie them.
Round now many of you are probably wondering how much food I eat in order to gain so much weight. That my dears is the rub. I have a breakfast every morning that is tea, hot cereal or a bagel. Nothing else. I do snack and have my main meal round 1300 and it can be a pork chop with potatoes, chicken with rice, pasta, sandwiches, or even have been know to settle for scrambled eggs. Mind, I do not have all of the above mentioned food in one day, it is one or the other. I am overly fond of sweets and do like soda and always use a sugar sweetener in me tea.
Do I have days when I eat more than I should, to be sure. My cupboards do contain snacks, there are crisps, cookies or other tempting things. There is fruit in the icebox, along with ice cream, pies and chocolate, and I do try to limit the amount of bread I eat.
Each of us knows own body well, and I have to believe that to a large degree my Thyroid is not working proper at the moment and am in need of a different dose of medication to correct, but I am no doctor and have to relie on the judgment of one with the medical degree.
In the community I live there are loads of folks who are just as fat if not fatter than me. Not everyone can have a medical condition that makes this happen and when you see the massive amount of 'junk' food bought and ordered for delivery, it is no wonder why so many are massively overweight. Many are female, many are quite young and in some cases there are fat children. One once told me that poor folks buy all of the wrong foods. Why not, fat in food tastes lovely. It is a drug used to not worry about other things, sit in from of the telly eating cakes, candy and sweets and not worry about anything. If nothing else the sugar will give you a high or cause you to fall into a coma.
To tell true, I am very unhappy with my present situation. The added weight has me depressed and along with the weight, the storm raging in me body due to the Thyroid has made me want to not do much of anything, I have no energy. I am depressed but not so depressed that I am going to open up veins and bleed out all over the floor. I just do not know what to do at this point.
The added insult is that I recently had to go and buy new trousers and braces to hold them up. I look like a very fat old farmer. When I look into the mirror it seems as if my head and face have enlarged as well. Horrid, that is the only word I can think of.
Dear reader, I tell you this tale as it is important for all to know that fat does not just hurt the person carrying the weight. It hurts family members who worry about you. It cost a pretty packet to deal with weight related issues and we all know how massive health care is these days. It can also cause folks to be unkind, not sure if they mean to be or is just the way society is these days. The younger members of society can be quite cruel in their comments. Mind, even folks with years can be evil in comments...recently had an older lady on public transport tell me if if was 'not so fat' there would be a place for her to sit as well.
There is an advert on the telly about a band that can be placed on the opening of the stomach to control intake. It is only available to folks who are more that 100 pound their goal weight. Bloody hell, I am way beyond that and have a BMI of 44. If the Thyroid does not get under control, they will have to take an Axe to door so I can enter me flat.
My dears, I joke about my weight, but in all honesty, know full well that is not a laugh. Serious stuff and I wish I knew the answer. I am not trying to get back the body I had as a youth, but I would like to get to a more normal size and am worried about the freight train I seem to be on with the pounds just adding on. I no longer have the nerve to get on the scale in the bathroom...besides, when I went over 300, it no longer was capable to read the massive numbers...
There you have it, my tale of woe. I will keep you posted as to how the fight goes in getting control of me body....and I invite comments, even if in private, of the hell some of you might be going through with your own weight.
"You better live your best and act your best and think your best today, for today is the sure preparation for tomorrow and all the other tomorrows that follow." When you are massive in size, the quote takes on a whole new meaning....
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