by Maria's Last Diet
Here you are, almost fifty pounds overweight? How did you get to this point in your life?
I don’t know. Before I knew it, I weighed more than I ever did before. I remember when I used to gain some weight. I’d lose it again within a reasonable amount of time. It was no problem for me back then.
When was back then?
Mmmm. I guess I might have been a freshman in college. Before that I never had a weight problem. Not really. But I thought I did.
Thought you did?
Yes. I never liked the way I looked. My thighs were always too fat, and I didn’t think my calves looked slim enough. I was OK on top, and my butt, I guess, was OK too. Anyway—I thought I was fat. This was especially the case in high school. I often thought that boys didn’t like me as well as they liked some of my friends, and that was because I was too fat in places.
So, let’s go back to when you were a freshman. What happened?
I started putting on more weight in my thighs, and in my butt too. I became more self-conscious about how I looked. The boys I wanted to hang out with didn’t want to hang with me. I had to take what was leftover. That’s what made me work really hard to get rid of my excess weight. It wasn’t easy at times, but I did it.
When did you start gaining weight and keeping the weight on?
I don’t know for sure, but I think it was after college. I felt so alone. My life had been college, and after that I was going nowhere. I didn’t have much of a life. I roomed with two other girls and went to work as an office assistant. My degree in English didn’t get me anywhere. Looking back, I think I had very little hope for myself. I hadn’t met anyone yet, and I was having a miserable social life. My relationships with men had all been awful.
Sounds like you were dealing with a lot—too much for you.
You know, I guess I was. I couldn’t say that back then. I thought it was me. I still think it was me. I wasn’t good enough, smart enough, pretty enough. Although I’m married and have two children, and a job that I like, I haven’t gotten over being that old me. There’s no question about it now. I’m just fat. It’s not the thighs and the butt, it’s fat me, and I don’t have to worry about how I look or who I am.