Story of my life? I don't have one! I have no flair for the dramatics, so I'll keep it short and simple. Oh, and there's no need to worry. This will all be relative...eventually.

Basically, I was born a fat baby. Yeah, I'm sure more than half the chunky, chubby, overweight, and obese population victimize themselves by blaming bad genes or whatever higher power exists for the gravy filling, but it's true. I was born fat. Bad genes, you know.

So as I careened through life as Shamu would do in his private pool, humiliation was something to get accustomed to, as Shamu also had to undergo. There seemed to be no relief from all angles. At home, I had my mother to pick on me for being overweight and my brother to criticize me for what I ate.

Heyyy, that rhymed.

At school, I had hordes of people who found it easier to pick on the fat girl like it was an acceptable discrimination of some kind. I guess they had to search for some kind of loophole since racism was declared illegal. I can't really see anyone outlawing discrimination against the overweight...Anywho! Around lunch time, even the people who cared about me would stare at me while I shamelessly devoured my scarce lunch and then some (compliments of Mummy Dearest and the thin friends who knew what being full was all about) and I had to wonder if they were thinking the same exact thing every one thinks when a fat person is subjected to eating in public, "Should she really be eating that?" The answer? Probably not, but who can say they really gave a crap? I was just a kid. I was indifferent to the whole "eat to live, not live to eat" clause anyway.

Of course, as all children tend to do, I grew up and I have to say, being a fat teenage girl in a society that finds even the prettiest of plastic people inadequate is a daunting and overall depressing experience. Seriously, you all are lucky to live in a country where the average jeans size is 14 and the average fast food eater has to buy two plane tickets to escape the degredation brought on by those with less or no love-handles or cankles. You can see why food was my only friend. It couldn't talk back and if it could, I would probably eat it before it could get its point across. If only I could deal with people the same way... But I digress.

As my mother grew to become more of a nuisance about my weight, I grew to become too chunky to fit into any of my clothes. You see what happens when you tell your child NOT to do something? Why couldn't she tell me I wasn't eating enough? I probably would have rebelled by default and wouldn't be in this flabby mess.

Relationships? Zilch. It's understandable, really. I'm not saying that it's absurd I could never find someone to overlook my weight issue, but seriously? Even the world's largest (formal for 'fattest') man - courtesy of the Guiness Book of World Records - had a girlfriend he could share his dreams and KFC with. I'm not asking for much, am I?

So yeah, weight has always been a problem and has never stopped being the main obstacle in the way of everything. EVERYTHING.

What course of action have I taken to prevent any further expansion and wobbliness? You can guess for yourself, can't you?

I mean, I did join the site.

18 lbs gone in 3 weeks! Woo!

Thanks for reading, if you even bothered to click on the link. If you did, then chipper, give us a hug! I just might post something else in the near future.

But don't get your hopes up.

Fat is the new racisim....Tis surgery has changed not only my like but my families. Now that I'm not constantlyeating or feeling bad about the eating my head has time for all the other stuff too. Give your mind time to adjust to your new life and you will be suprised at what the band will bring

Chooky

This band will work for you if you work with the band. I am not sure if you are banded yet. Just joining the site is awesome and congratulations for takes baby steps in a healthy direction. I was banded on June 29 and my life is a LIFE today. I have felt the "Fat is the new racism" is more like "FAT Discrimination" to me. I am down 50 pounds since I started my LB journey. I just want to wish you the best and thank you for sharing. You write so well. I'd love to read your blog again. imaluckydog Kathy

Hi

You are really very funny. Don't know what you do for a living but you should write a column for your local. Even better, write a book. Don't know if you are old enough to remember a famous author Erma Bombeck (sp?)? She did satirical writing and was very famous and very rich.

Great read. I was upset yesterday at work. This gal I work with is always talking about her DIL. Each time she does, she puts a disclaimer on the end of her statement. You know, Becca is a big girl, or for a larger gal she did look nice in that outfit. It gets under my skin. I feel the urge to say to her, "have you looked in the mirror lately, you are no skinny minnie!" I manage to keep my mouth shut, but it gets hard sometimes.

Write on girl...right on!

I enjoy all of your blogs can't wait for another!