When I was 25 I met a girl.
Her name was Julie and we’d met a couple of months ago.
We had some mutual friends and I thought we’d been hitting it off.
But when I finally worked up enough courage to ask her out, I was honestly shocked by her response.
“I don’t think so.”
Then I guess she saw some kind of hope still shining in my eyes because she quickly added:
“You’re not my type. Sorry.”
It was pretty definitive and all I could muster to say in response was:
(In a quiet, defeated little voice)
It was game over.
Apparently Julie even liked me ‘as a person’, but she just couldn’t get over the fact that I was FAT.
(At least that’s what one of our mutual friends told me)
I put up with bullying for years in high school because I was fat.
I’ve put up with stares and smiles and insults from strangers.
I’ve put up with PC acceptance or outright exclusion, but this…
This was the worst thing that ever stuck with me because it made me realize an awful truth about my life:
Being fat was sometimes THE ONLY THING standing in my way of the things I wanted most.
Hi, my name’s Chris Clark and I’ve struggled with my weight since I was 12.
That’s a picture of me when I was a kid.
I was always pretty happy. I mean, despite some of the stuff I put up with as a fat kid I always ran around with a big smile on my face.
I had a good life, I just struggled with my weight.
Don’t you just love that term, ‘struggled with my weight’?
I’ve just written it a couple of times without thinking.
Maybe you use it yourself.
But let’s be honest for a few minutes.
We’re not teenage kids anymore. We’re adults.
Let’s call it like it is.
Let’s skip the polite PC bullshit and get past any issue we have with childish name calling so we can get to the real problem.
If you’re ‘struggling with your weight’ then that’s just code for being fat.
Big, BBW, blimp, bob, buff, buffalo, buffarilla, chank, chawner, cheese hog, chunk, cow, doughboy, doughnut, fat, fat-ass, fatso, fatty, Grimace, heifer, hog, hogbeast, hoss, lard-ass, lardo, moped, Omega Mu, pig, podger, porker, porky, sow, whale, whelaphant, yak, big-boned, chunky, dad bod, fugly, gothopotamus, obeast, pear-shaped, pig, piggy, skinny fat, thick, Wisconsin skinny…
Are these words really any worse than ‘obese’, ‘overweight’, ‘stout’ or ‘large’…?
It’s the same thing, regardless of what you call it.
It’s a problem that has nothing to do with vocabulary and everything to do with your health and wellbeing.
It’s about your confidence.
It’s about your self-esteem.
It’s about what you really want…
It’s about the fit, healthy, active body you’d like to be proud of.
(But just can’t seem to get no matter what you try)
I’ve spent thousands of dollars, struggled through crazy exercise routines and choked down nasty shakes and supplements…
Hoping desperately to turn my body into the one I really wanted…
And got nowhere.
I was even ready to give up on ever being fit and having the body I really wanted.
But things have changed for me and I’ve never looked back!