by Landylue » April 3rd, 2004, 1:41 pm
I hear you, Lorrie, and I totally understand. My first trip to a doctor for diet pills was in the 4th grade! My dad also was disgusted by fat women, not men, mind you, but fat women, and God forbid, a fat daughter. My two brothers still feel the same way about women (and sisters). Daddy thought the more names he called me (tub-of-lard, fatty, fat-so, etc.) the more I would be motivated to lose weight. It, of course, had just the opposite affect. God, I wouldn’t go through my childhood again for a million dollars!
I went back to diet pill quacks again in the 7th grade, (they were on every corner in Dallas) and I took amphetamines on and off until my early twenties. As long as I was on the pills, I could keep the weight off, the minute I stopped, it started piling back on. My parent’s best friends had a daughter who must have weighed over 400 lbs, and I was constantly told, “You don’t want to be another Freddie Mae do you!?!” I think my parents were horrified at the thought of having the shame of an ‘old maid’ daughter who was too fat to marry off. I remember confiding in my mom that I didn’t think I loved the guy I was engaged to like you were supposed love a husband. She waved it off and told me that I would learn to love him, that because of my weight, she was afraid no one else would ask me in my lifetime. Horrendous advice that I so wish I hadn’t followed.
You’d think that they might have connected the way our family cooked our food to the weight gain. Mama was the best cook in the world. She would get out her black cast iron skillet, toss a huge spoonful of Crisco into it, and then ask Daddy what he wanted for dinner. Whatever it was, it was going to be fried. Nobody thought anything of it back then. All her wonderful vegetables were seasoned with bacon fat, or had huge hunks of fatback floating in them! And the desserts were every night occurrences. She kept two big ‘goodie drawers’ stocked with chips, cookies, candy, you name it.
Anyway, to bottom line this epistle, I guess what we make of our lives from this day forward is totally up to us. The past is the past, Lorrie, let's leave this awful baggage there. It is far too heavy to carry for the rest of our lives.
The best of luck to you--to both of us--to all of us.
Landylue
Failure is NOT an option!
Stress city -- I was hoping for easy street) and thought poor Lorrie you have had a rotten day you deserve to have a pizza (only half of coarse) and watch some T.V. and take a stroll down Couch Potato Lane and have a big ole cup of pity 
. I said to self, Self, you have stuck on this for seven days, don't waste what you have already achieved. Don't go back where you came from, it was not all it was cracked up to be. I decided, Self- you can either be pitiful or powerful you can't be both. I choose POWERFUL.
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