…I’d be in handcuffs now being carted off to the local police station! I’ve just been shouted at by a charming lady who was passing my car in hers…”F#cking fat b1tch.”
Now this really stings for a number of reasons:
1. I may be fat, but I’m not a b1tch. I’m quite a nice person actually; give money to charity even when I’m not working and have a huge overdraft, let old people cross the road in front of my car, buy extra food each week to give to the local food bank, and each Christmas I donate to the homeless.
2. I’m in an already very sensitive mood having reviewed some holiday pictures yesterday that I knew had been taken of me, but that I hadn’t seen before. They were truly awful and made me really upset. I know I’m fat, but I don’t have many mirrors in my house – seriously! – and it can come as a real shock to see myself how others must see me. I can turn this around and use it as motivation, but when I’ve already lost nearly 7st I can sometimes convince myself that I don’t look that bad. It makes me want to retreat into my shell and not go out, and it has also sent me straight to naughty food for comfort!
3. She touched a nerve, because I had decided to give myself an incredibly ‘flexible’ syn day, and have the KFC meal I’ve been craving, along with some other treats. I use the word ‘treat’ loosely as they aren’t really treats at all; they are throwing me off plan and sending me backwards and further away from my target. However, sometimes you just have to do it, but on those rare days, you do not want some halfwit shouting insults at you as you’re on your way into the KFC drive thru, as ordering a Hot Shots box meal with tears streaming down your face isn’t a good look.
4. Finally, she sounded like the kind of person that couldn’t even spell the insult she’d just shouted at me. It’s one thing to be insulted, but another entirely different thing to be insulted by a moron!
So anyway, I arrived home with my equally frustrated and lovely boyfriend – who was incredibly pee’d off by the whole episode too – and he found an interesting article about why fat people get abused. The article mentions a lady who was beaten up on a train for taking up 2 seats. The most shocking thing about this was the person who attacked her was a middle-aged lady, and more shockingly the train was nearly empty, so this attacker could have sat elsewhere without any problem. She was restrained by another passenger but got off the train by the time the police arrived! According to psychologists people abuse fat people as they are scared that they too will become fat, and that society has conditioned us to think that fat is bad and undesirable and a hue drain on the NHS. Whilst I in no way, shape or form think that it’s healthy to be fat, I just think that people should be able to just ‘be’…who on earth wants to be abused when they’re walking down the street? Just let people get on with their life and leave them alone! I’ve put the link below for anyone interested in reading:
One of my biggest gripes at the moment is the issue that many people seem to have with fat people getting treatment on the NHS. People believe that as it’s self inflicted – debatable in some instances, but perhaps true in many – that it’s simply a case of eating less and moving more. If it was that easy, then why is there such a problem? People use food to soothe themselves for all manner of reasons. Why would you deny people the help they need? Should the NHS stop treating car crash victims who were driving too fast, or extreme sports fans who’ve injured themselves, or smokers with lung or throat cancer, or drinkers with liver failure, or deny treatment to those in prison, or breast implants for cosmetic reasons, or anorexics or bulimics who also abuse food? Where do you draw the line? You can’t draw the line, and this is the point of the NHS.
I’ll get off my soapbox now!! I’m going to have my flexible day, and I’m going to enjoy it as it’s been absolutely ages since I’ve done this and I just want to have a day wallowing in self pity and misery and a big bag of crisps! I am not going to let the d1ckhead lady throw me off track for more than one day…as my blog profile says, the day I’m called a b1tch and not a fat b1tch will be the day I know I’ve made it!
P.S. In all the insult excitement, I forgot to tell you that I lost another 3.5lbs this week and need 2.5lbs to get my 7st award…not likely to happen this week, but I’ll get there! To read my 30st plus weight loss journey from the beginning please click here!