Diary of a Fat Lady: The Battle of the Bulge Journals Begin

So I am a little chubby.  Okay, in reality I am a plus-sized nugget of chubby.  Have been that way my entire life.   I spend hours obsessing over my appearance and how large I have become and planning in my mind just how exactly I am going to fix that.

And just as soon as I resolve that I am going to eat nothing but salads, a coworker comes around with a box of donuts and all of my resolve flies out the windows that don’t even open…

This has truly been a life-long struggle for me.  Year after year I vow to slim down, but instead watch a few pounds come off then watch more pounds creep up and on.  I have been losing and regaining the same 20 pounds for the last five years at least.

Many helpful people over the years have tried to encourage me to slim down.  I have seen the looks of pity from friends when they are telling me that I am a beautiful person at any size, and the looks of revulsion from people when I am out and about.  I have been the girl walking in the mall that the kids walk past and make rude comments to.  I have also been the girl who uses self-deprecating humor trying to move attention away from the weight.

If I could only stop feeling so incredibly self-conscious trying to squeeze into seats and behind chairs in dining rooms and conference rooms!  Even just walking down our hallway at home can be a tight squeeze if a dog or a gnat is trying to go up the hallway at the same time.  Going out in public can be difficult and humiliating at the best of times as facilities continue to shrink the sizes of seats to try pack in more people at one time.

Any sane, healthy person reading this is probably already shaking their head and thinking to themselves that if I put as much energy into trying to loss the weight as I did into writing this, then I would be slim in no time.  That is exactly why I am writing this incredibly vulnerable piece about myself and my struggles.  I wish it were that easy to lose the weight.

In no way am I going to attempt to make excuses for myself, but I don’t think that my love of pizza and ice cream is greater than that of any other sane human being.  I truly do try to watch very closely what I eat.  At home we don’t fry anything EVER.  I have swapped out baked french fries for baked potatoes, and we have a vegetable and lean-ish or lean meat just about every night of the week.  I drink sugar-free drinks or water.  Yet the number on the scale continues to climb.  It feels like more often than not I am watching what I eat just to maintain my current weight.

If I could only retrain my thought process from a diet mentality to a healthy choices life choices mentality!  You name it, and I have tried it.  The Diabetic Exchange diet, Weight Watchers points (both online and at meetings), the Mayo Clinic diet, Spark People, Richard Simmons.com, the Dash diet, and then of course the good old-fashioned, count all of the calories you are putting in your mouth diet.  My next attempt, will be the South Beach Diet based on the to advice of my OB-GYN doctor.  That is if I can find the time to read the book to learn all of the ins and outs of this eating plan.

Another recurring thought that crosses my mind is I need to find better motivations to move more.  Over the years I have joined, and then eventually quit, Curves, The Salem Community Center, and Planet Fitness.  At different times I have been a regular walker, a sporadic walker, and an every now and again walker.  Once upon a time I actually dragged myself out of bed an hour earlier on a regular basis to do a Richard Simmon’s exercise video.

The very real reality is that even if I could muster up the motivation, I don’t know where I can find the time to incorporate a routine exercise schedule.  The number one reason why all of the above things fell to the wayside is the lack of time to actually go and utilize those wonderful facilities.

I have been told many times that if it were a priority to me, then I would find the time.  Valid point.  However, contrary to the thoughts of a very rude doctor I visited once, I don’t spend a lot of time on the couch eating Twinkies.  There is very little down time in my days.

Like a lot of the women in my generation, I am a full-time mom with a full-time job outside of my home.  Not because I value a career over family, but because it takes both my husband and me working full-time to make ends just barely meet.  What that looks like is I spend 45+ hours actually on the job, and another 10 hours commuting each week.

That doesn’t leave a whole lot of free time.  By the time I get home, cook dinner for the family, clean up from dinner, and help Max with his homework the evening is pretty well gone.  Weekends are spent doing the rest of the household cleaning, running errands, and church activities.

With all of that being written, my climbing weight really is a very big problem for me.  I am not alone in this struggle I know.  With renewed determination and prayer, this year will be THE year.

Not the year that I lose weight by dieting and exercise, but the year that I learn to love myself as I am, and then learn how to take better care of me.  My self-hatred and self loathing are probably the two biggest reasons that I have remained trapped in this bitter battle with yo-yo dieting and weight loss.  It is a never-ending, frustrating cycle of negativity.

God loves me exactly as I am.  I am enough.  I am GOOD enough.  And I deserve to cut myself some slack and show my body the same grace that God has shown me in my failings.  Focusing on the person I am meant to be on the inside and the outside.  I have finally realized that if I am going to be able to love all of great creation, I must first be able to love myself in all of my own successes and failures.

My flesh and my heart may fail, but God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever. (Psalm 73:26, NRSV)

And I am inviting you all to come along with me.  Your prayers and encouragement are welcome!  Every so often I will give a progress report on some more of the struggles and successes that I encounter on this path.

Are you ready to abandon your own self loathing and embrace the you that God has created?  The person that he sees and loves?

For it was you who formed my inward parts: you knit me together in my mother’s womb.  I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made.  Wonderful are your works; that I know very well.  My frame was not hidden from you, when I was being made in secret, intricately woven in the depths of the earth. (Psalm 139: 13-15, NRSV)

Wonderfully Made

3 thoughts on “Diary of a Fat Lady: The Battle of the Bulge Journals Begin

  1. I applaud your courage to write this. I am there, as well and it is not easy. I would bet that it is even harder for you living with Tony, he can eat all he wants and never gains an ounce. LOL
    My wife loves going to the movies and is always asking me to go. The last place I want to go is to a theater that has such small seats that I can’t sit in them. That is why I don’t like going with her.
    Several years ago I was able to take off nearly 100lbs, on the weight watchers program. It took me well over a year and I had the company of my father to help me. But the reality is that you can’t keep it up forever. No matter what you think, You will eventually fall back into a rut. When your own body no longer wants to loose the weight, you get discouraged and fall back on old habits.
    Shannon, keep up the good work. We all love you and support you just as you are.


    1. Thank you Ron for your continued support and encouragement! And you are correct, going through life married to a man who weighs 125 lbs soaking wet with his work boots on can make my weight struggles more challenging at times! Thankfully God has blessed me with that man though, who loves me just as I am. 🙂


  2. Completely understand where you are coming from!! I have not always been heavy but in recent years years it has become a problem for me. Some is a results of the meds I have to take and a bad back which limits exercise. I have been on many diets and weight loss programs ,lost and gained it back and then some. I look in the mirror with utter disgust! I just know everyone looks at me and wonders what happened. I know God loves me no matter what I weigh and so does my husband. it’s me that doesn’t love me no matter what I look like. I wish I had answers for all of us I’m this struggle but I don’t. You are a beautiful, talented lady. that is what I see when I look at you. Know that God looks at you the same way! Hang in there…..maybe some day someone will invent a miracle weight loss pill for us!!!!!


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