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I don't skinny dip. I chunky dunk

You know, this whole losing weight thing is insane. Seriously. I feel like I'm losing my mind. I'm an emotional eater; I eat when I'm happy, sad, scared, apprehensive, pensive, bored, tired, worried, etc. So how the heck is this going to be successful again?

A few years ago, I was training to be in a marathon. I was running about 12 miles a day and faithfully adhered to "eat to live don't live to eat." I was running on the beach with my fat diabetic service dog one morning when he suddenly decides "today is the day running through dried up seaweed won't happen. I'm going around it." He never cared and neither did I to be honest. So he jerks right, I fall down tripping over him, and landed on my right fist. First words from my mouth? "WHAT THE HELL, ASSHOLE?!" It hurt like a son of a bitch! There was a couple up on the dunes and I hear the woman say to the man beside her "well, you aren't the only asshole here today." Wonder what he was in trouble for. But I keep running. It gets harder and harder, though. With my medical background I think "crap. Something is broken or I have a clot." Called my husband to pick me up and I went to the ER with my fat dog. His name is Sheldon, by the way. Find out I broke 3 ribs and dislodged 2 clots. running for me. No anything, actually. A few weeks later I'm nearly healed from that trauma when I find myself on the ground once again.

My husband and I went to a party at a friend's house and I tripped in a hole that her pet pig dug. Seriously. I told you, Murphy's law on steroids. This time, I land on my left fist. I somehow managed to not spill a single drop of my drink, though. Priorities, am I right? Back to the ER I go. Of course my shadow fat dog tags along. No blood clot this time, thank God. BUT.....I did break 2 ribs. Dammit

Time goes by and I haven't gone on a run is nearly 3 months. Almost healed and excited to pick it up again, I let out fatty before bed. He's a huge black dog and my dimly lit living room wasn't optimal for my old eyeballs to see where I was going. I fell over the dog breaking all of my toes in one foot. Great. My daughter was getting married in a couple of weeks, too! This excrement fan over my head doesn't seem to have an "off" button! Rest some more? I was sick of being on couch arrest!

Wedding happens, toes hurt even more because I sucked it up and put on my heels. This isn't the last of it, though.

After a couple of weeks go by and my toes no longer look like the purple people eater, I tripped over my son's bike. CRAP-OLA AND A HALF! Broken knee and tibia! Good Lord, make this nightmare end! No more running cause I kept getting the feeling my bones just like hearing each other crack.

We need to lift one another up when we discover someone is struggling. I've been super tiny and super big and ill tell ya something, I really was treated differently when I was tiny and got away with more than I thought. While it was never on purpose, I received preferential treatment. As a really big person I was teased, harassed, bullied, etc. One of my kids asked me to stop coming to the school because she was getting bullied for having such a fat mom. That broke my heart in ways you can't even begin to imagine.

I recognize being overweight has negative health consequences. But I also struggle to find a reason to care about it anymore. It will take a very long time to get to where I was and several events happened that make me terrified to try and never give up. Every one of us the ability to push someone forward or to hold them back just with our words. The pen really is mightier than the sword.

I have never been skinny dipping and when I reach my goal again I won't skinny dip. I also haven't chunky dunked because I don't have enough money to pay for the therapy of anyone who would unfortunately see it. Not to mention it's just gross.

So be nice to the over and underweight. You don't know what they're going through and your comments can make or break them. Which do you choose?

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May 20, 2023
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Girl! When you reach my age you no longer care. You become exhausted and decide to accept yourself for who you are. Big small whatever we are who we are based on genetics and life s circumstances. Most of the time completely out of control. I say embrace yourself. Embrace the inner you, embrace the inner child and let go. Go skinny dippy at any size because it’s a shit ton of fun and freeing. I recommend for all sizes! Go free yourself for you! Fyck everyone else

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