Image via WikipediaImagine being told that you are not allowed to dine at your favorite restaurant, or any restaurant, for that matter, based on something specific about your appearance. Imagine being told that you will not be considered for a job, or that you won't be allowed to graduate college, all because of the appearance of your body. Sound ludicrous?
Not so, according to a recent article in the LA Times.
About ten years ago, I went through quite a physical metamorphosis. At a point where I was considered "obese" (my BMI was over 30%), it was during a routine doctor's visit that I was strongly cautioned by my doctor to take action. She sent me home with a low-fat diet plan to follow; the usual entrées such as broiled fish, grilled skinless chicken, vinaigrette salad dressing, drink plenty of water, nothing fried, small portions, healthy snacks (etc., etc., etc.) and recommended that I get regular exercise.
I knew she was right. I was tired all of the time, and tired of outgrowing every article of clothing that I owned. Somehow, I had gathered up the determination to take charge of my predicament, which wasn't easy. I quit smoking, went out and bought a good pair of running shoes, some free weights and a treadmill. Every day I would wake up at 4:15am, and work out for an hour on that treadmill, and then spend another 15 minutes doing floor exercises and stretching.
At first, the weight did not want to come off. It took FOR EVER for the scale to budge. Still, something deep inside me forced me to drag my butt out of bed every morning, and push myself through another round of exercise. Maybe it was all of the pictures that I had cut out of magazines of thin, beautiful super-models, and taped to my treadmill. Maybe it was the super cute pair of pants that I had purposely bought two sizes too small. I'm not sure what motivated me on those mornings, exactly. But after several months, persistence paid off and I was finally able to see some results. And THAT, my friends, did motivate me, indeed.
Sad thing is, that was not the first time I had been overweight. I was always thin until after I had gotten married in my early twenties, and then I became overweight. However, I had lost 30 lbs through aerobics and jogging, and managed to keep 20 lbs off, until after my mother died. After that, I ballooned up like a puffer fish, and was even larger than before.
I KNOW first-hand what it's like to be on the receiving end of weight criticism. I know what it feels like to be treated differently than thin people. I had on more than one occasion overheard people making references to my weight, when they thought I couldn't hear what they were saying. One odd thing that I noticed when I was heavy was that people generally smiled a lot less at me, as opposed to AFTER I had lost 50 lbs. Almost as if smiling at me would have given me some sort of approval for my weight. And they did NOT approve.
Now, there are some people out there who are blaming heavy people for the rising cost of health care. And they are growing increasingly angry about it. Now THAT'S ludicrous.
Read about here:
Fed up with fat and saying something about it - latimes.com