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Dearest Fatty,
Today I am proud of you. Today you stood up for yourself.
For breakfast this morning you cooked up eggs and seeded rolls for you and your husband to enjoy a late (10am) breakfast.
The you worked hard all morning spring cleaning until around 1pm when your husband poked his head around the door.
"You Making any lunch?" He asks.
Now Mr Fatty is not.
He is within a pound or two either way of an ideal weight. Sometimes this really pisses you off, I understand how it feels to imagine how other people see you together. Do they secretly laugh a little at your size when stood next to him? I also know that there is a woman you both know who is significantly bigger than you, not only taller but much much fatter (she once told a mutual friend that she tipped the scales at 23 stone, but seeing as most bathroom scales stop at 23 stone AND taking into account a woman's nature in taking a little weight off an estimate AND knowing how much YOU weigh in comparison, she must be nearer 30, at the very least the bad side of 25 or 6.) Fatty I know there is as much of a bitch inside you as any thing woman and I also know you have laughed a little with Mr Fatty about the thought of the friend and her "normal" sized husband having sex.
Does my revealing this make you burn with shame Fatty? It does, because you know how she feels and yet you still do it. Don't beat yourself up too much about it, it human nature to stare at the car crash and hope your not going to be in one yourself.
But back to lunch.
You were not hungry.
You also knew that at 3pm the kids would want snack and most likely you would want some too.
"I'm not hungry, can you make your own?"
Oh Fatty! The look on his face!
"Why? I can't make my own lunch! What will I make?"
Well Fatty I ooh'd and ahh'd at the indignation that rose in you.
"This is the whole reason I'm fat! Why should I eat when I'm not even hungry! Its only 3 hours since breakfast for fucks sake! Can't you just let me get on and make you own lunch for once in your life!"
The mumbled acceptance of this turn of events was priceless Courageous Fatty!
Now you know Mr Fatty didn't realise and now he does, now he will learn that some days lunch fixing will be up to him.
For the rest of the day you thought about your skipped lunch. Oh sure, all the books say how important it is to eat regular meals and maybe no publishing house is about to beat down your door for a book about losing weight by skipping meals and eating cookies in the afternoon, but it did make you think.
Maybe for the moment you should put less emphasis on the "diet" and concentrate more on finding an eating rhythm that suits you and prevents you from over eating. After all your diet isn't unhealthy, there is just an awful lot of it.
It was a pleasant surprise I'm sure to realise you weren't hungry till kids snack time and now nearly 5 hours later you're ready for your dinner rather than just eating at a set dinner time.
Fatty, its time to do whats right for you and take back some control of your day to day life.
I'm proud of you, and as always,
I Love you.
Is it your flab or your brain you need to fight? Answers on a postcard please.
