My father was of average weight.  My mother was very heavy.  I didn't really notice how heavy, though, until I was a teenager.
As a child I remember snippets of weight related incidents. I remember one morning my mother being very happy.  She was singing while making breakfast.  I asked my father why mom was in such a good mood. His reply was a criptic "she's just happy because of what she saw on the scale this morning".  It was probably the first time I understood that my mother was not happy with how much she weighed. 
Another remembrance: My mother started driving us to school every morning.  After riding a school bus for the first 5 years of my academic career I was not sorry in the least for our sudden good fortune.  The reason for the rides was not really discussed, but I figured out that my mother was going to a weight loss clinic every morning for a shot and weigh in.  I have no idea what was in the shot and I didn't ask.  Excess weight was not talked about in our house.
Once I hit my teens I was all too consciously aware of how heavy my mother really was. I agonized over it.  I felt personally picked on.  I would look around at other "normal weight" mothers and think to myself that their kids had no idea what I was dealing with. When I would find another woman whose weight was close to my own mother's weight I would feel a kinship with her children and silently think "I know what you're going through, buddy."  One particularly horrifying day I remember being in a store with my mother and seeing some other kids from my school come in.  I was so afraid that they would figure out that my mother was the fat lady that I hid from her.  That day is horrifying in my memory because I now know how horrible I was.  I'm ashamed of myself.
In short I was a self-centered, self-conscious, prick of a teenager.  I thought it was all about me.  Now that I find myself in a similar situation in struggling with my weight I feel ashamed and sick at heart for the heartless thoughts and feelings I had while growing up.  I know now how  despairing feelings come with carrying all that extra weight and not being able to do a thing about it.
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
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Hi there! I found you through a comment you left on Fat Girl Dives In's blog. I love finding people who are at their beginning of their blogs so I can follow along instead of going WAY back in the archives to catch up.
ReplyDeleteMy name is Tammy and I just started my weight loss blog 7 weeks ago! I've lost 20 lbs so far and have 92 to go. Who are you? Where ya' from? Didn't see anything on your profile. :( I'd love to get to know you as I follow along on your travels!! :) Click on my name and come check me out sometime!!
Oops....I have 72 to go...so hard to adjust the mind to the fact that it's actually falling off now. :)
ReplyDeleteThanks for stopping by my blog! I have the tiniest mother ever but my dad struggled with his weight his whole life. I think most of my childhood weight related trauma has been blocked out of my mind :)
ReplyDeleteHey Tina!! Where are you girlfriend??? Haven't heard from you in days and days!!
ReplyDeleteThat was a very honest post. Thanks for sharing...
ReplyDelete- Lisa
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