Portions Shmortions!

Portions

I will say this…portion control is the fat person’s chastity belt.

It’s cruel, it’s mean and it’s something that I have struggled with for a long time.

Until now.

My friend Christy started on a program where she learned about portion control and how to eat right. When I saw her latest Facebook posting of her before and after picture I quickly messaged her to find out what her secret was. When she first mentioned  “Take Shape For Life”, I was thrilled at the idea of drinking milk shakes for the rest of my life. She quickly spelled out S-H-A-P-E not shakes and sent me to her website.

I scrolled through the website. I read the articles. But the proof I needed was that my friend, who I had known for several years, had taken back control. She wasn’t selling me anything. She wasn’t pushy and demanding. She was just simply Christy, minus (at that time) about 80 pounds.

I signed up for the program and I waited for my box of chocolate happiness to arrive. I explained to Christy that there might be a good chance that I would eat all of the boxes of chocolate bars within the first few days and could possibly die of my rectum bursting from constipation. She laughed and simply told me to print out the articles and read them over the weekend. For some men the article titled, “Lean Shrinkage Chart”  might make them squirm for a moment. However, the information is great and easily accessible.

I am happy to say I made it through the first week on Take Shape For Life, and survived eating the bars without my rectum exploding. I’m down 12 pounds which is really a no brainer since I’m cutting back my freak show way of eating and pounding more water than Niagra Falls.

Thank you Christy for being so brave in telling your story and inspiring change!

More posts and pictures to follow…

 

 

 

 

People Will Hurt You…

People will hurt you and all that matters is how you react to that hurt.

I want to make something perfectly clear when you hurt me, I get stronger. I don’t assume the fetal position and wait for the storm to pass. I learned long ago that you stand up for yourself and you don’t allow people to treat you poorly.

Yes, I have a weight issue, but that doesn’t mean I left my self esteem, pride and morals at the All-U-Can eat buffet. People have medical, personal or financial issues and some have struggles that we may never begin to understand. They had to adapt and overcome those struggles and maybe just maybe they made it through by eating more than they should have. Maybe they survived a death of a loved one by stuffing their face with carbs, sweets, sugars, sodas or anything else that might be bad for them, but in turn saved them from giving up on themselves or life as they know it.

I don’t point my finger at someone who has PTSD and shame them for having their issues. Their issues may not add twenty, thirty or sixty pounds to their frame, but that doesn’t mean they aren’t fighting every day to be a better person.

In turn, don’t point your finger at me and blame me for being fat. I get it. I see it everyday and I certainly don’t need a reminder.  Someone said this today and I wanted to post it here…

“Step into my shoes and walk the life I’m living – and if you get as far as I am, just maybe you will see how strong I really am.”

Sometimes it helps to know that we’re not alone. You’re not alone and I’m not alone. If someone has an issue with you or shares your issues with other people, use their weakness for your strength!

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