My whole life I was slender or athletic or fit or thin or out of shape, but never fat. There are so many back stories and excuses, yet bottomline…today I am fat. Gross fat. Skinny fatt. Imagine a chicken with no plump, with skin that covers thin bones and hangs.
I remember years ago when I first heard about muffin tops. Now I am not talking about Seinfeld’s skit about muffin tops (I think it was from Seinfeld).
Anyhow, I was kind of envious because it seemed as everyone had them. I felt kinda left out. Then, one day it happened; I had a muffin top, although slight, it was enough. I cannot believe I ever wanted a muffin top… because now I have one, the jiggly kind. I am actually overweight and unhealthy. All sorts of things about my body have shifted. I am experiencing all kinds of yuck.
Sitting down to use the toilet and my stomach is now a platform, it lays upon my legs. My butt crack sweats. Maybe that is TMI, but it’s true. I am having trouble putting on my shoes standing up. There are bumps growing on my carefully sculpted cellulite thighs. Sometimes I wonder if I should be concerned with deeper bumps because this is ALL new.
I am going to Write the Journey with photos along the way to keep it honest.
Write the Journey 