Siiiigghhhh.
Ladies, I ate a hamburger today. Bun and all.
I know this might end up sounding like a "skinny girl who thinks she's fat but actually isn't" rant, but please, bear with me here.
When I decided to diet, my boyfriend chuckled at me. I didn't take offense to this, but in the half a week since I've decided to do this, I just.. don't feel like anyone's taken me seriously. I'm 5'7" and was 172 at the start of this journey.
I carry my weight very well. I have full breasts, some "meat" on the hips, and a bit on my upper arms and stomach. I don't look like what you think of when you think "overweight" but for my body height and frame, I am. According to my BMI, I should be somewhere in the range of 120-160lbs. I can tell you immeadiately where I look my healthiest and most beautiful is in the 130-140 range, and I haven't been there in years.
When I tell my friends (and my boyfriend, for that matter) about feeling uncomfortable with my weight, they chuckle and tell me I'm fine, or that "it's all the right places", or "at least you're tall. If I gain 10lbs, at my short height, it's a disaster". To the people I love and adore, my weight is never a problem. I know this is a blessing, but I'm not okay with this - this is the heaviest I've ever been, I have no idea how I got here, and it's hard when noone sees this as a problem but me.
And so, today, at a restaurant, I got pressured into eating a hamburger. It was delicious. The bun was just right - soft and a bit sweet, with a nice crust on the outside. It held up well to the thick patty (made from meat from the associated butcher's shop next door) and the gloriously melted cheese. How did this happen?
The waitress pushed me into it. "You went to the gym, and hey, you and me, we're about the same body type, and I don't look bad, so you don't either! eat the hamburger!"
As it is, I'm weak in social situations. I've accepted that I'm going to slip off plan on those days, and I get myself up and get to the gym and get back on plan ASAP. I'm okay with this weakness, and I understand that it will set me back on my goal.
I just wish that people saw things the same way as I do, and that society in general really redefines what "overweight" looks like. It's not just masses of fat hanging from every limb. Even the bit of "meat" on my hips that seems to earn me attention at the gym from lecherous a-holes is what overweight looks like.
Sigh.


We still need to enjoy ourselves after all and going out to eat and eating just half the meal has worked well for me (I still get to enjoy it without going overboard).
