Being fat was part of who I was. The issues associated with it were there every day; in the mirror, in my closet, in the meds I was taking every day. I wouldn’t say I made a conscious decision to ‘ignore’ my weight issues, but on an unconscious level I would try to avoid them as much as possible.
After all nobody likes to talk about being fat.
Then as the pounds started coming off, people would ask questions. And while it’s not like I go around preaching about WLS or anything, but if people ask, I don’t shy away from talking about it. I’m fine being frank and up front about it, I basically have nothing to hide.
And while it’s like I said, nobody likes talking about being fat, I sometimes wonder if I talk too much about the weight-loss? I get questions from friend that don’t see me but every few weeks or so… and even now I drop 10 or more pounds in that time frame, and people notice, and they say something. This leads to parts of the same conversations I’ve had over and over. And over.
I don’t mind talking about my surgery and such, that doesn’t bother me. And I’m glad my friends feel like they can talk about this stuff with me, I don’t want anyone feeling like they need to tip-toe around the topic with me. But I start to wonder if I’m boring them… or becoming… well, a bore or something.
Just as I hope my weight didn’t define me when I was ‘fat’, I hope it doesn’t end updefining me now.
