The Weighting Game
I have never been what you could call small. I come from a long line of tall women, my Mum was some sort of beautiful blonde Amazonian who turned heads wherever she went. In school I was always the tallest, until the boys caught up with me that is! I have generally always been ‘the big girl’ of the group, and yes at times this bothers me, and after ballooning to a size 18 after my 21st birthday I vowed I would never ever let myself get to that size again. So I lost over 3 stone and enjoyed being a nice size 12 for a few years!
So you’d think once the engagement ring was on my finger, I would drop a few stone in preperation for the wedding. I’m still waiting for it to drop off me! Mr O has managed to get rid of his double chin, and is looking rather muscley and svelte. Which only emphasizes the fact that I haven’t managed to shift any weight. Bah. Not good. The added pressure of being the bride automatically means that people expect me to all of a sudden drop a ton of weight and become some sort of uber slim vision in ivory.
I hear and read stories of brides losing weight, and looking fabulous because of it, so why on earth have I not managed it yet? And I may be paranoid but I’m sure I’ve copped a few looks of ‘hmmm she’s gonna be a big bride’. Perhaps it’s just me and my insecurities, ordinarily I couldn’t give a tiny rats arse about what people think, I’m me, genetically I will never be a size 8 (unless I’m dying of starvation), so don’t judge me, if I want to tuck into a nice pot of houmus with some pitta and wine I will god dammit! My Mum always taught me to love myself, and my food. My other pet peeve, and girls those of you who have ever battled with your weight will understand this, is when slim girls, who have never ever experienced having a fat arse, or bingo wings, complain they resemble a heffa yet give you tips and advice on how to lose weight, what to eat, and what exercise to do! Thanks for that! I am what I am, I could do 3 hours of exercise a day and live on spinach leaves and be a size 10 but what will happen after the wedding? I will drink wine, tuck into some houmus and pitta and bam! Back come the curves. It’s just not realistic. And I want to look like me on my wedding day, not some starved miserable version of me. The last time I was stressed and dropped some weight people told me I didn’t look myself, and that I looked unwell. So if that’s anything to go by pass me the vino and chocolate please!
And I don’t have any interesting photo’s to support my post this week, so here’s a picture of another chunky girl, my Molly Bluebell. Never seen a cat with a double chin before? You have now! (and before you consider calling the rspca – british blues are naturally chunky, I’ve not been feeding her up!)
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