Just this week two things happened that made me feel terrible about myself:
First, I went to the grocery store to get dog food for my sisters dogs and as I was walking out of the store to my car, a car full of fit (but very unattractive) men drove up and said "Woof! Going home with dinner, fatty?!" and I flipped them off and said "At least I'm cute fat.. and when I lose it I'll still be cute, and polite, you ugly pieces of sh!t."
And then at my parents house, my fiance and I went over for dinner, and I told my dad that I was going to be him for Halloween, because he's adorable and awesome, and I told him I was going to steal a pair of his jeans to wear because I need the full dad-effect and my mom scoffs and says "Shannon, you can't fit into your dad's jeans! You're WAY too big!" that one really got to me and I decided it was time to go home.. especially since she had just been congratulating me on losing my first 5 lbs. She really doesn't have any place to talk about being fat, she's twice my size almost, but I have manners and I know not to say such things to people. Which is surprising, since my mom obviously didn't teach me good manners.
These things only got to me for a little while. I'm still proud of my progress so far (I think I've done well for only being on board for a week) and I am NOT going to let anyone derail me. My goal is to just keep losing the weight and next time I see my mom after I move, to look as confident and pretty as I feel.



In sixth grade one boy lifted up my arm and started loudly counting my rolls. It sucks. I haven't gotten comments like that in a long time, though, thank goodness.