I was sitting on the edge of my bed and reached down to put on my sock. Yikes! Something is in the way. It’s my stomach. So I turn my body to the side a bit in an attempt to go “around” my belly – I even physically move the flab. Victory! Well, until I realize that’s only half the job as I now need to put on the other sock.
Ok, so you may remember from my previous post about my weight issues that I am at the heaviest I’ve ever been. However, to give you an update, I’m actually doing something about it. I started exercising again and have been really paying attention to what I eat, including portions. No miracle diet cure. Just good ‘ol diet and exercise. Slow and steady.
Ya, this might take awhile…
In the meantime, I’ve learned a few things about being “flabby” that I can only laugh about. I could feel sad about it but I’m already trying to do something about it – so now my option is to laugh and hope these little difficulties go away soon.
Jeez, shower time practically doubles when you have a belly that resembles a wet parachute all bundled up. Seriously. I mean, I’ve dealt with the big belly during my pregnancies but that belly is hard and solid. The problem with a flabby belly is that it’s folded up. Literally having to lift skin and clean under it. Yep, TMI. That’s how I roll. This may seem like a minor inconvenience, except my fat arms get in the way and I can’t reach. So I guess that’s why loofa’s on a stick were invented.
Putting on boots –
Similar to the sock issue, boots pose quite the challenge, especially when they have buckles or zippers and you have nowhere to sit. Queue me hopping on one foot, yanking at the zipper from behind me because god forbid my leg have the ability to lift high enough in front of me and bending down, especially in a public place, just is not going to happen.
While these are easy enough to get on, the choices for big bubble bums with flabby bellies is not great. Low rise bikini briefs are a thing of the past because the seat is just not made for big bums. So granny-panties it is! They are comfortable – at first. Then you run into the issues once you attempt to actually move. Bend over (to put on your socks for example) and the underwear rolls down. Go for a walk and it begins to ride up your butt because the size that fits your waist is too small for your bum. My only salvation is that I like to wear boy-short style underwear so at least my cheeks are mostly covered. They just don’t look the best under certain types of pants.
Jeez, okay so I know I’m out of shape but stairs are the worst – both going up and down! Anyone who is out of shape can relate to how awful stairs can be going up but us “fat girls” have a whole other issue going down stairs. You have to monitor your speed based on your center of gravity. Too slow and your knees might give out. Too fast and you risk toppling forward like an orange on a toothpick. Also, you are pretty much forced to use the railing which can be disgusting in public places.
Finding clothes that look half decent is hard enough. Anything baggy makes me look bigger than I already am. Anything too tight of course shows off every bump and flabby bit (and of course it all jiggles, especially on those damn stairs). So when you find fitted clothes that are actually pretty darn close to looking great and showing off the assets you still have left (at least big butts are “in” right now), you still have to be careful. Bend over and you risk tearing a seam. (Yes, this has happened to me). Can’t wear long fitted coats because if you need to squat down, there goes the zipper. (yep, me again). Then of course there is the familiar tight feeling across your back should you need to put both arms out in front of you. Is it any wonder why yoga pants and t-shirts have become my staple pieces?
xo – J
So tell me about your “fat girl” problems.