Diary of a Fat Girl

Your Mom is Awesome! And so are you Lisa! I love following your journey and your honesty. I hope you are feeling better every day and freeing yourself of the food prisons we can all get into.
xo
deb

Hey Deb! Thank you so much. Overall there is an upward trend in my energy and outlook. Let's hope it continues. Thanks for the support!

Yeah for that Lisa! Every little step up will get you there xoxo deb

My late mother-in-law had a body like a furnace. In fact, my husband and his sister used to freeze in the winter because she only gave them cotton sheets and one thin blanket each. More than that was too much for her so she assumed everyone else was that way too.

She was also pathetically skinny until she reached menopause. Then she got a lot heavier, in part also due to the stress of her husband dying when she was only in her early 50s. For the last 20+ years of her life, her weight was stable. She had a tummy (egads!) but was in great shape. She walked every day, rain or shine, even through 2 feet of snow. My favourite thing about her was that she believed in the main food groups: nicotine, caffeine and sugar. She ate breakfast and an early supper, almost no lunch, but nibbled at junk food in the evening. She was a perfect "intuitive eater", surrounding herself with junk food but never feeling the need to gorge. She just ate when she wanted to and stopped when she felt full. I used to freak out when I went to her house because I just wanted to eat all the sweets I saw. Of course, I had been denied sweets as a child (not good for you, makes you fat, etc.) and continued the denial as an adult. She, on the other hand, always had everything she wanted around, so she could eat as much or as little as she wanted.

It was the cigarettes that got her at 82: a quick heart attack, just as she sat down on her bed to go to sleep. A lucky lady.