Welcome to another weekly edition of “Weigh Day.” I am having some serious emotional ups and downs today (not related to weighing in, though), so I am thankful to be meeting with my trainer this afternoon. Hopefully she will work me *hard* and I can momentarily mute my mind.
On the weigh in front, though, life is good. No, life is grand. I weighed in this morning at 258.4, which is a 3.2 pound loss from last week. This brings my total to 56.6 pounds, and I could not possibly be happier about that. It is truly wonderful to get results…consistently. That is a true affirmation to all the hard work I have been putting in (day in, day out).
Here is an interesting experience I had yesterday, though. I was out with some family (Holiday shopping), and we stopped for lunch at Frisch’s. They had *very* little on the menu that I would even consider eating, so I began asking the waitress questions. My questions were not absurd (I do not think so anyway). I asked things like, “What is this grilled chicken breast cooked in?” and “Do you have 100% whole wheat/grain bread?” The waitress looked at me like I sprouted another head – right there in the middle of the restaurant. Then her reply was something like this, “I don’t know what it’s cooked in, why?” Maybe I read too much into her inflection (or the horrible look she shot at my *body* – but I immediately felt defensive. So, here was my reply back, “Well, I *know* it seems funny that a fat girl is so inquisitive about what everything is cooked in, but this fat girl was 56 pounds fatter just four months ago. So, that is why I am asking.” She never even went to find out what the damn chicken was cooked in, by the way. I ordered it anyway (and a salad). I barely ate the salad because it just did not taste right (not sure what in the world they put on the thing…not dressing, mind you). I did eat the chicken breast, but nothing else. I left the restaurant starving (and without leaving a tip…in case you were wondering).
People are *so* quick to judge others. I experience that quite often. Not only because of my weight, but because of my hair and tattoos. Especially when I have my daughters with me. People just assume that I must be a horrible mother/role model because of my appearance. It fascinates me, honestly. I try very hard to avoid judging others based on anything other than character, which is something you cannot tell by looking at someone. I wish more people considered what others were *really* like – beyond their size, hair color, skin color (cause we all know *that* is still a big one), or anything else superficial. If only…
Have you ever experienced some kind of discrimination for your weight (or any other superficial reason)? How did you respond?