Yesterday I quietly celebrated my four year “fativersary,” of the day I started Weight Watchers – October 12, 2009. I am proud to have kept the majority of that weight off, although I’m issuing myself a 14 by ’14 challenge to get back down to my original goal weight.
I am posting about this again because I want to fight against how our culture shames women for ever being overweight, even if they “overcome” it. How many “once a fattie, always a fattie” jokes must I see on even normally great sitcoms? Also, why does fat have to equal bad or gross? And seriously, do women have no other qualities besides their bodies? I digress.
Accomplishing a major goal should be something to shout from the rooftops, not something to mumble about. My weight loss showed me I could do anything, whether it be running long distances or moving to my dream city. I shouldn’t be nervous revealing to people I’ve met in my “new life” about my old life. I should talk about how it’s possible to make lifestyle changes, shift you’re attitude toward food, or make regular exercise a part of your life.
So I’m reminding myself that I did this. I’m re-patting myself on the back (cuz I can reach it now, hey-yo! C’mon, y’all that was just sitting there for me). And I’m going to publicly talk about trying to get rid of these 14 pounds.
Even if no one’s listening!