Who Will Join Me In The “Anti-Resolution Revolution”?

So, it’s been a while since we chatted about the fat acceptance thing.

I’ll bet you’re wondering how I’m doin’ with that.

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As I was saying…

I’m doing great. I have to admit, there were a few days where I thought I would lose faith in myself. I discovered an unopened bottle of weight loss pills, a few weeks ago. Although I haven’t gotten the urge to pop any of those pills, I still have the bottle stashed away. At the time that I discovered it, I decided that I would see what my weight was doing (I was afraid of freaking out if my weight sky-rocketed from lack of dietary substitutes and/or exercise…I have been in a leg cast for more than 2 months, but my ankle was in bad shape for 6 months prior to that).

Well, I haven’t taken a single pill, drank a single diet soda, eaten a single sugar/fat-free perishable, or broken a single sweat (except for some light physical therapy for my upper body arthritis) and my weight has not gone down, but neither has it gone up.

I got rid of all my “skinny” clothes and replaced them with some clothes that compliment my shape and personality (and I might add, they make me look damn good). My last hurdle is finding a great bra and, unfortunately, I will have to get one custom-made for me personally as they do not make the size I really need (according to market standards I’m a 36DD, but that is too loose and 34DD is too snug). Thankfully, as a fat chick, that is my worst problem. My overall health is pretty good and I have no problem getting hit on by either sex and that definitely helps my ego, no matter how fat my jeans make me look.

One dramatic change I have noticed in myself is that I have less tolerance of fat “intolerance”. I have always been annoyed at fat jokes. But, I am finding that I am even more annoyed at my friends who whine about how big their butts are or how their new diet is working out (”this time”).

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