Thursday, June 9, 2011

Pour Your Heart Out: You're Not my Judge


I am a frequent follower of an "Will remain Nameless" blog. I usually like what they have to say. Until I read their newest post. They were referring to an overweight co-worker who enjoyed partaking in fast food. Simple enough, right? They saw someone overweight and didn't think they should eat fast food. But, here's my problem: When did it become our right to police other grown adult's food choices?

I'm going to be honest here.

I am not on the slender side at all. As a matter of fact, because of my weight and height I am considered obese. Although in my defense it is all in my ass.

And I do treat myself to a fast food cheeseburger once a week. So flippin' what? A) I don't need you to remind me that I am not skinny. I have tons of pictures to tell me that. And B) No stranger is going to tell me that just because I gained weight over the years that I am wrong for eating fast food. I dare you to try.

Maybe, if you got to know me you'd realize some things.

I do have 7 kids.

That includes 2 sets of twins.

And 3 pregnancies, 5 kids within the last 4 years.

2 of my pregnancies were deemed high risk where I was ORDERED by a MEDICAL PROFESSIONAL to sit/lay for anywhere from 15 - 30 weeks of a pregnancy.

You might also find that I was anorexic all through high school. Eating a lot is not a normal for me.

Guess what? I'm not an emotional eater either. I'm actually more of an emotional cleaner. {So, if I go on a mad woman binge of cleaning -- watch out!}

I also don't snack. I have an occasional piece of chocolate. Especially when it's "that time".

I also eat in moderation and 99% of the time it's home cooked.

But, let me also state that there was a time a few months ago that I ate out every day for 2 weeks.

And guess what? I LOST WEIGHT! To the point I had to buy new pants because the ones I had were falling off me!

So, if you see me in line ordering a cheeseburger. Double bacon at that. Don't assume I am fat because that is all I eat. I promise you it's not. Far from it.

Oh, and if you see me alone in a restaurant line ordering a 16 piece and an 8 piece chicken meal to go, DON'T ASSUME IT'S BECAUSE I INTEND TO GO HOME AND SCARF IT ALL DOWN MYSELF! I do have 9 mouths to feed each and every day. Just because I'm "fluffy", doesn't mean someone doesn't love me and we pledged our lives to each other and have a large family!

Get over yourself! BECAUSE YOU ARE NOT MY JUDGE!

*Just a brief reminder that I am pouring my heart out and please be respectful in your comments. ;)*


Linked up at Things I Can't Say

1 comment:

Shell said...

Why do people judge?

Especially without having any real idea what is actually going on. SIGH.