Sunday, July 7, 2013

He. Called. Me. FAT!!!

Ever since about the day before the 4th of July (so like four days ago from when I'm writing this) he (Gary) started calling me fat. I don't get it. Doesn't he know what that does to a girl's...or ANYONE'S self-esteem!?!? That is a giant no-no. That's like a girl telling a guy his... nevermind. It just hurts, okay? So yeah, now I'm looking in the mirror like, "Oh, yeah I see that cellulite. If I push my skin down this way it makes..."

What?

I know this is crazy and shocking to hear but I'M NORMAL!!! And I'm sure he won't believe me when he reads this but honey, I'm only human.

He has this problem where he remembers me from when I was like 17 and had 13% body fat... Well news flash sweetheart, I aint 17 no more! That was FIVE YEARS AGO!!!
I'm a freakin' WOMAN now!!!
I've got curves! And no, they're not all rock solid anymore! They're...flattering.

Oh you're talking about my scarred and stretched stomach? Oh you're right. I'm a hippo... ??

Two summers ago when our relationship was raging like the river into the Santaquin res. I was having a very hard time. Obviously. That's right after I had a kid and my body went into shock. Who's wouldn't, right? So basically I couldn't eat. I was tiny and starving. I couldn't even fit into my size zero jeans. It was ridiculous. But Gary LOVED it!!! He would tell me all the time, "You're so tiny! I love it!" as he would give my waist a giant bear hug. Of course, I liked my size too...And don't get me wrong, I do miss him treating me like that...I just wasn't too happy about having to buy a new wardrobe and having nothing to eat without getting sick. But the second I found things to eat... Let's just say I had to buy another wardrobe! I'm just kidding. :) We went to Gold's Gym and signed two years of our lives and our wallets down the drain. We got those stupid memberships to be together.

I think we've been there five times together. Our passes expire next month.

I definitely grew into a womanly shape. And it's not even round!! I will not complain. My clothes fit. Sure I could run a little bit more, cut down on the ice-cream... But come on, that takes effort. And besides! I've always had a little bit of a pudge on my belly. I. AM. NOT. ASHAMED. HE, on the other hand has grown from a 30 being too big on his butt to a 35 that barely fits! I would never tell him that he's gaining weight. I only encourage him to go to the gym with me!

Ugh.

I've always averaged a healthy 110 to 120. Right now I'm at 117. I can run an 8 minute mile, see my MapMyRun app. It'll tell you so. My pant size is 2 and my shirts are small. I'm not really a giant like he makes me out to be! I guess I'm not perfectly toned...and I could improve my posture to make me not look so large...heaven forbid. Maybe I'm not perfectly toned but I'm comfortable.

Isn't that all that counts in the end??   

1 comment:

  1. I don't know who this Gary guy is but he is blind. You are not fat. If he is calling you fat then he is calling about 95% of the rest of the women in the world obese. I'm glad you can realize that he is wrong and that you are beautiful! God didn't make us all size 0s and sickly skinny, because he knows that variety is what brings beauty to this earth. If I saw this Gary right now I'd give him a piece of my mind.

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