Healthy Weight Loss

PinkieLee · 08-12-2011, 01:28 PM

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Originally Posted by sweetfemme247

I love you pinkie, You are such a sweet, funny and amazing woman, when I read your post's it makes me want to know you better..

What a sweet compliment my friend... thank you!

I think that this journey that we are all on, is helping build the bridge of friendship for many of us... you included honey

I look forward to getting to know you better, too.

Medusa · 08-12-2011, 01:38 PM

Nina hit on something that I often get very pissy about.

I think that as a fat person I have a certain level of invisibility. I know it's hard to imagine that a woman who is hovering around 300lbs could have any visibility issues but I'll relay something that happens often.

Most recently, this happened in a sporting goods store. I was walking beside Jack and a group of teenagers ran right into me as if I wasn't even standing there. Sure, we can chalk that up to kids who had their head up their ass but it happens a LOT.

I'll be in Wal-Mart or the grocery store and people will often bump into me or come so close that I have to squeeze into something to keep from being hit. There have been many times when someone has let the door close in my face, or stood directly in my way as if they didn't see me.

I have gotten really pissed off about this and have caught myself looking incredulously at Jack and exclaming loud enough for the offending party to hear: "DAMN! AM I FUCKING INVISIBLE OR WHAT? DO PEOPLE NOT SEE ME STANDING HERE? HOW COULD SOMEONE JUST SLAM THEIR BUGGY INTO ME AS IF I DON'T EXIST?"

The truth is that, to some, I don't. I have long held that fat is just about the last bastion of acceptable discrimination in this world.
The last hold out for insensitivity.

When I walk in the store and people act as if they don't see me, sometimes I think it's because they really dont! Because maybe the fat lady who, in their minds, is a sexually-unviable sandwich-gobbling ogre isn't a real human being.

I dunno, maybe it's just me but was wondering if anyone else had this experience?

sweetfemme247 · 08-12-2011, 01:44 PM

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Originally Posted by Medusa

Nina hit on something that I often get very pissy about.

I think that as a fat person I have a certain level of invisibility. I know it's hard to imagine that a woman who is hovering around 300lbs could have any visibility issues but I'll relay something that happens often.

Most recently, this happened in a sporting goods store. I was walking beside Jack and a group of teenagers ran right into me as if I wasn't even standing there. Sure, we can chalk that up to kids who had their head up their ass but it happens a LOT.

I'll be in Wal-Mart or the grocery store and people will often bump into me or come so close that I have to squeeze into something to keep from being hit. There have been many times when someone has let the door close in my face, or stood directly in my way as if they didn't see me.

I have gotten really pissed off about this and have caught myself looking incredulously at Jack and exclaming loud enough for the offending party to hear: "DAMN! AM I FUCKING INVISIBLE OR WHAT? DO PEOPLE NOT SEE ME STANDING HERE? HOW COULD SOMEONE JUST SLAM THEIR BUGGY INTO ME AS IF I DON'T EXIST?"

The truth is that, to some, I don't. I have long held that fat is just about the last bastion of acceptable discrimination in this world.
The last hold out for insensitivity.

When I walk in the store and people act as if they don't see me, sometimes I think it's because they really dont! Because maybe the fat lady who, in their minds, is a sexually-unviable sandwich-gobbling ogre isn't a real human being.

I dunno, maybe it's just me but was wondering if anyone else had this experience?

I think your beautiful just my opinion, but that happens to me as well, I am only 200 pounds but they still bump into me.... I am losing 5 pounds a week though.

PinkieLee · 08-12-2011, 01:57 PM

For me, I've spent most of my adult life overindulging. I felt like living meant doing everything on a grand scale... working hard, playing harder, living loud and loving BIG!

Some of my favorite times are being surrounded by friends at a dining room table. Sharing stories, free flowing wine, rich foods and laughter that can be heard down the streets. That is my happy place... always has been. I will throw a dinner party to celebrate ANY occassion... big or small, because I love how I feel surrounded by that energy. As much as I would like to say it nourished my body, it nourished my soul more.

I come from a family of addicts. My father is an alcoholic, my brother a meth addict, and my mother a shopoholic. I've spent my entire life trying to fix them or trying to make them happy. My safe place was always in the kitchen... making them their favorite foods, so I would have importance in their life. "Daddy, have you eaten today, let me make you some lunch", "Tim, come out of your room I made you a chocolate pie", "Mom, I made grandma's macaroni & tomato receipe... come eat with me."

Most of the time, I sat alone at the kitchen table eating the food I cooked for them. Self medicating my lonesomeness with food I made with love. I mean, I can't let all this food go to waste. Cooking for them, to nourish their bodies, was my way of showing I loved them... even if they didn't eat.

Kelt · 08-12-2011, 02:30 PM

My goodness you all are sure busy in here today! I caught up this morning and 4 hours later a whole 2 new pages have appeared.

Backtracking just a little I wanted to relate a story about something that happened to me last week in reference to WLS.

I have lived in my current home for the last 4 years and have gotten to know the neighbors, some better than others, but the folks next door have been really intrigued by my weight loss and have asked questions and really been great about saying positive things to me. Then there’s the folks across the street, we are always polite but we have not developed a personal relationship, they are nice enough, I just don’t know them well. It seems the woman across the way thought that I moved out and someone else moved in and mentioned it to the folks I do know; they set her straight, lol. So, a couple of days ago I was out front scrubbing the beach sand out of my shoes just like I do everyday and the husband came over to move his car and made a point of coming over to say how I looked so great these days that they hardly recognized me. I though that was nice, he didn’t have to say anything, so I thanked him. Then came the punch line; he asked “So, how did you do it? You got a lap band, right?”

I did actually refrain from kicking in his teeth and politely explained that eating right and exercising could achieve the same results and that it was diligence and hard work that did it, not some surgery.

Somehow I don’t see us becoming buddies anytime soon.

08-12-2011, 01:38 PM	#2
Medusa Mentally Delicious How Do You Identify?: Queer High Femme, thank you very much Preferred Pronoun?: Mme. Relationship Status: Married to JD. Join Date: Oct 2009 Location: Atlanta Posts: 10,446 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 5,995 Thanked 42,683 Times in 7,831 Posts Rep Power: 10000026	Nina hit on something that I often get very pissy about. I think that as a fat person I have a certain level of invisibility. I know it's hard to imagine that a woman who is hovering around 300lbs could have any visibility issues but I'll relay something that happens often. Most recently, this happened in a sporting goods store. I was walking beside Jack and a group of teenagers ran right into me as if I wasn't even standing there. Sure, we can chalk that up to kids who had their head up their ass but it happens a LOT. I'll be in Wal-Mart or the grocery store and people will often bump into me or come so close that I have to squeeze into something to keep from being hit. There have been many times when someone has let the door close in my face, or stood directly in my way as if they didn't see me. I have gotten really pissed off about this and have caught myself looking incredulously at Jack and exclaming loud enough for the offending party to hear: "DAMN! AM I FUCKING INVISIBLE OR WHAT? DO PEOPLE NOT SEE ME STANDING HERE? HOW COULD SOMEONE JUST SLAM THEIR BUGGY INTO ME AS IF I DON'T EXIST?" The truth is that, to some, I don't. I have long held that fat is just about the last bastion of acceptable discrimination in this world. The last hold out for insensitivity. When I walk in the store and people act as if they don't see me, sometimes I think it's because they really dont! Because maybe the fat lady who, in their minds, is a sexually-unviable sandwich-gobbling ogre isn't a real human being. I dunno, maybe it's just me but was wondering if anyone else had this experience? __________________ . . . Buy ButchFemmePlanet Merch Here: https://teespring.com/stores/butchfemmeplanetcom-merch

08-12-2011, 01:57 PM	#4
PinkieLee Senior Member How Do You Identify?: Femme Relationship Status: I need ya boo, gotta see ya boo Join Date: Nov 2009 Location: Big Money Texas Posts: 4,708 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 24,309 Thanked 13,075 Times in 3,049 Posts Rep Power: 21474857	For me, I've spent most of my adult life overindulging. I felt like living meant doing everything on a grand scale... working hard, playing harder, living loud and loving BIG! Some of my favorite times are being surrounded by friends at a dining room table. Sharing stories, free flowing wine, rich foods and laughter that can be heard down the streets. That is my happy place... always has been. I will throw a dinner party to celebrate ANY occassion... big or small, because I love how I feel surrounded by that energy. As much as I would like to say it nourished my body, it nourished my soul more. I come from a family of addicts. My father is an alcoholic, my brother a meth addict, and my mother a shopoholic. I've spent my entire life trying to fix them or trying to make them happy. My safe place was always in the kitchen... making them their favorite foods, so I would have importance in their life. "Daddy, have you eaten today, let me make you some lunch", "Tim, come out of your room I made you a chocolate pie", "Mom, I made grandma's macaroni & tomato receipe... come eat with me." Most of the time, I sat alone at the kitchen table eating the food I cooked for them. Self medicating my lonesomeness with food I made with love. I mean, I can't let all this food go to waste. Cooking for them, to nourish their bodies, was my way of showing I loved them... even if they didn't eat. Last edited by PinkieLee; 08-12-2011 at 02:02 PM.

08-12-2011, 02:30 PM	#5
Kelt Senior Member How Do You Identify?: Beach Butch Join Date: Oct 2010 Location: SoCal Posts: 2,751 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 19,765 Thanked 15,279 Times in 2,538 Posts Rep Power: 21474853	My goodness you all are sure busy in here today! I caught up this morning and 4 hours later a whole 2 new pages have appeared. Backtracking just a little I wanted to relate a story about something that happened to me last week in reference to WLS. I have lived in my current home for the last 4 years and have gotten to know the neighbors, some better than others, but the folks next door have been really intrigued by my weight loss and have asked questions and really been great about saying positive things to me. Then there’s the folks across the street, we are always polite but we have not developed a personal relationship, they are nice enough, I just don’t know them well. It seems the woman across the way thought that I moved out and someone else moved in and mentioned it to the folks I do know; they set her straight, lol. So, a couple of days ago I was out front scrubbing the beach sand out of my shoes just like I do everyday and the husband came over to move his car and made a point of coming over to say how I looked so great these days that they hardly recognized me. I though that was nice, he didn’t have to say anything, so I thanked him. Then came the punch line; he asked “So, how did you do it? You got a lap band, right?” I did actually refrain from kicking in his teeth and politely explained that eating right and exercising could achieve the same results and that it was diligence and hard work that did it, not some surgery. Somehow I don’t see us becoming buddies anytime soon.