My shopping list was short and read; MiO, olives, yogurt. After hitting the grocery section, I also stopped in the clothing section of Walmart and picked out a few things (hey, they’re starting to actually sell some cute stuff, please don’t judge me). As I looked for a free check-out counter, I turned into an empty lane that was being manned by Joanne, who was munching on a bag of cashews. As she was ringing up my 10+ containers of Chobani Flips (if you’ve never had one, they’re a yogurt/snack combo and come in flavors like Key Lime Pie, Peanut Butter Dream, and so on), she says, “Chocolate is not a health food!” Without thinking much, I replied with, “Well, yeah, that’s why we eat those for dessert.” Her response of, “Well, I guess it’s better than cake,” confirmed that I had just been gently fat-shamed.
Now, I’m not thin, but I’m also not morbidly obese. My size 12/14 ass is considered “normal” in America, even though I am aware that I am at an unhealthy weight. I’ve never been this heavy for so long in my life, but I’ve also never given birth to two babies in two years before. Since my youngest will be two in 6 months, I know I shouldn’t keep using that as an excuse. Although my pre-pregnancy weight wasn’t much lower than my current weight, after the two kids, my body no longer “carries the weight” as well as it used to and I look “frumpy”. I am painfully aware of how my body has changed and I am desperate for change.
Just over three weeks ago, I started making the time to meal prep again, with a focus on veggies and protein (and a few carbs, so I don’t turn into a monster). I also got a body composition scale, and when I read my results the first day, I freaked out. Not because of my weight, or BMI, or visceral fat numbers (which were not a surprise), but because of my “body age”. The calculation that takes into account all my other numbers (which also includes a shamefully low muscle percentage), put me at the age of 54 years old. But I’m only turning 34 next month!! If the number hadn’t scared the shit out of me, I surely would have become depressed and cried for a few days straight. But instead, I’m just scared.
54 means my body is middle-aged, when it should be in its prime. 54 means I’ve lost TWENTY years to spend with my young children, my wonderful husband, and my family and friends. 54 could mean a heart attack or other serious health problem at any time. But it also means there is still enough time for change.
So, I got more serious about the healthy meal prep and started working out every day. It’s not easy and it’s a challenge to stick with. However, each day is a new chance to make the right choices for my health.
(Below are a few pics of the meals I’ve been making.)
In just one week, I saw small improvements and was motivated to keep it up. Then Joanne happened. Without knowing a stranger’s intentions, it’s hard to know for sure what she meant by her comments, but I know that I allowed them to make me feel like shit for a day. I had previously felt good about my 150 calorie post-workout snack, but then I let her make me feel like a failure for a few hours. And with her lack of knowledge about my life, fitness journey, current goals, and recent commitment to health, she made a judgement based on what she saw and then opened her mouth, with zero filter. Maybe she thought she could provide a “wake-up call”, but hunny, I’ve already had one.
Overweight people know they are overweight. Most of them also know the basics of what healthy food looks like. And all of them must be willing to change on their own. If we need help or support, we can ask for it. Try not to judge when you don’t know all the facts – the reality of the situation might surprise you.
What other “Thanks Captain Obvious!” statements have you heard when people are “educating” you on health and nutrition? And how have you responded to fat-shaming (or any other kind of body-shaming)?
Also, let me know if you’d be interested in any information regarding my meal prep. If folks are interested, I can start posting recipes!