Showing posts with label fat. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fat. Show all posts

Tuesday, 6 October 2015

Body Shaming


This quote by JK Rowling has become one of my favourites, because she’s absolutely right.

  Being fat doesn’t make you evil, it doesn’t make you stupid, it doesn’t make you cruel, but then equally it doesn’t make you beautiful, it doesn’t make you intelligent and it doesn’t make you nice.

Here’s the thing, your weight doesn’t really make you anything. 

Over the last few moths, celebrities such as Cheryl Fernadez-Versni and even lovely cake-baking Mary Berry have all offered an opinion on fatties. 

   I’m going to let Mary Berry off, because actually she was defending the reputation of cake. Mary essentially said she didn’t think “large” people should judge cakes, because it might give the wrong impression that cakes make you fat. Mary’s worried that if the nation gets the impression that excessive cake-eating makes you fat, then we will stop watching ”the Great British Bake Off” and the nation’s love of a Ganache smeared Macaron will be lost forever. Mary fear not, I’ve never eaten Ganache or a Macaron and I’m still fat, so stop you’re fretting and worry about more important things like out-punning Sue and Mel in next week’s episode!




  Cheryl is a difficult one for one. A few months ago, the front pages of newspapers and magazines were full of pictures of a  “worryingly skinny” Cheryl attending various events. Headlines used words such as “gaunt” “too skinny” and a “bag of bones” (a headline I think was written by my Gran) 

  Cheryl hit back, how dare people body shame her! What business of anyone’s was it what she weighed? Cheryl issued a statement saying she would never dream of calling anyone fat or telling them to cut down on their food intake, so she questioned the difference between that and telling her to eat. She also said she’d just lost her father-in-law and was dealing with that.

  I’ve never been a Cheryl fan, but this made me warm to her. I always say losing / gaining weight starts with what’s going on in your head. I comfort eat and I totally understand that with others it’s the reverse. 

  We all  cope with stress differently, it might be by drinking, smoking, exercising, shopping, Botox, or whatever it is that makes them feel better. We all have a stress coping mechanism and sometimes you do what you can to get through the day. Cheryl was having a rough time and unlike normal people who can just hide away in the privacy of their own home watching back to back episodes of "Pretty Little Liars", hers was all over the front pages and she was having to justify it.

And then………. And you never know if things have been taken out of context! A story emerged that Cheryl doesn’t think using words such as “curvy” are healthy when describing obese people. Or telling them they look great, because being overweight is unhealthy. 

  In some respects I think Cheryl is bang on, being overweight is unhealthy, being underweight is unhealthy. However telling someone they look “great” is not a bad thing, because maybe that person does and it’s OK for them to hear that they look nice, it's confidence building and we all deserve a metaphorical shot in the arm. Or maybe that glow is coming from deep inside and on that day they are happy with their lot. This is my favourite ever quote from the very wise Roald Dahl. It's on the noticeboard above my desk.




Never underestimate how beautiful happiness can make you look.

  So I am not ashamed and I wont be body shamed. My size, my hair colour, my left toe aren’t the essence of me.

   I remember after Mum died, Lucy and I had a conversation about where she’d gone. I don’t mean a heaven / hell discussion, but where the essence of our Mum had gone. Her body was just a physical carrier and we could understand that, that had “broken” and stopped doing it’s job, but that wasn’t what made my Mum, my Mum.

   Her body didn’t have a fierce lioness love of her family, her body didn’t give her the belief that Nottingham Forest would end up back in the Premiership (I said my Mum was a great woman, I didn’t say she was a sensible one) her body didn’t make her always know what to do. They were her spirit, her essence. Where did that go? I know that’s probably a deep theological discussion, that has no place in a weight loss blog, but you get my point. My Mum’s body,  fat or thin isn't what I miss, I miss her spirit.


Me, Mum & Lucy


  To me, body and spirit are two separate things. Your body can be physically attractive, but your spirit can all the beauty of a sceptic tank or your body can be a bit ropey and your spirit can be as stunning as a beach on a summer’s day.


  So, no, fat isn’t the worst thing a person can be, it’s just a thing.

Thursday, 3 July 2014

And I'm Feeling Good.....and Other Lies!

I’m having one of those days today, where I really couldn’t decide what to wear, not because I have a date or an important meeting, but because today when I looked in the mirror I really hated what I saw! The irony is that I know my body is starting to get a bit more toned; my bingo wings are wobbling far less than normal…. I know this because I keep looking at them and giving them a jiggle to check it’s not an illusion and my weight is steadily decreasing.

  It just felt like every single item of clothing I put on looked awful. It appeared to show every lump and bump, even lumps and bumps that I swear weren’t there yesterday! I think I changed my top about 5 times before I dared to leave the house and even then I opted for a t-shirt that’s about 4 sizes too big, in fact there may even be a small person hiding underneath it, it’s so large I probably wouldn’t even notice!

  The weird thing is that I didn’t feel like this yesterday and I certainly didn’t feel like it the day before. In fact the day before I went to my Zumba class (which I’m still really bad at, but really love) I’m not one of those girls sees the gym as a place to meet a potential husband. I don’t go in with perfect make up or my hair in some fancy style, in fact most of the time I go in an old pair of joggers and a t-shirt I’ve unearthed from a bottom of the draw, but hey when I know I’m going to end up looking like this…

Sexy post exercise face


  There’s no point in making an effort because who’s going to fancy a sweaty fat bird?

  It wasn’t until I arrived at the gym for Zumba, that I realised my choice of t-shirt may have been a bit of a mistake. Now I love this particular top because I love Tommy Cooper and it’s StellaMcCartney dahhhhling (actually it’s probably the only bit of Stella McCartney clothing I can fit in) However it wasn’t until I arrived at the gym and saw the look of horror on the two 19 year old TOWIE wannabees; complete with diamond studded earing, Aztec patterned wife beater vests, inappropriately short shorts (mouse back in the house boys) and a whiff of biscuits because of a tad too much fake tan that I realised I actually did look a “bogger” (to quote my Gran)

  For although I love my Tommy Cooper t-shirt, it would appear that Tommy was having a laugh at me from beyond the grave. Tommy’s large spectacles were perfectly placed, one over each bosom and his comedy red nose smack bang in the middle of my cleavage.

My beloved Tommy Cooper t-shirt

 But do you know what? I thought it was funny and every time I caught sight of myself in the mirror during the Zumba class, I had a little giggle to myself, because I thought I looked way more fabulous than the two horrified TOWIE wannabees!


  So, the question is why when I knew I looked like a “bogger” the other day, a “bogger” that was horrifying teenagers, did I still feel better about myself than I do today? I don’t know the answer, I really don’t, but for today I will hide away in my large t-shirt and maybe tomorrow when I wake up I’ll channel my inner Tommy Cooper!

  In the meantime here's my favourite version of "Feeling Good", probably not a shock that it's the Matt Goss version! 


Thursday, 24 April 2014

Don't Say Bum It's Naughty

My week of back to basics has started to work and I lost a pound this week! I’ve given myself a massive talking to and I’ve worked hard at upping my exercise, trips to the gym, walking the dog and even spring cleaning the office, which involved lots of lifting things. Every little bonus point helps! I’ve also experimented in the kitchen, in more ways than seeing if watering my houseplant will bring it back to life!

  I went through my cookbook and this week, I’ve made banana and peanut butter muffins, which were nice, even if they did have soggy bottoms. Which was the review my friend Gripper gave them…. At least I think he was talking about the muffins!
Banana & peanut butter muffins ingredients

The soggy bottomed muffins

  I also made bacon and chilli pasta and a salmon and prawn pie. All from Weight Watchers recipes and all Katie-cooking friendly, and they actually tasted pretty good!


making the pie

  As my reward, I treated myself to a couple of trashy magazines. I love reading about random celebrities; how they’re swearing off men following their latest heartbreakingly devastating relationship breakup, only for the following week to be seen out and about with a new mystery man. I love the stories about the beauty treatments I should try; a £1000 liquid gold facial sounds like something I’ll definitely not be trying. I’m also running an unofficially tally as to exactly how many pages in one magazine can be dedicated to the cast of TOWIE (13 out of 90 in this week’s “NOW”)



 My favourite article was all about “Bumology” I’ve only just got my head round what a “Belfie” is (a bum selfie) Apparently Bumology allows you to tell all about someone from the shape and size of their bums. So just in case you're planning on picking your future friends by the size of their arses, these are the categories. (said in my best award announcing voice)

·       The Square Bum as seen on people like Cameron Diaz. Square bummed people are laidback and not good at making decisions.
·       The Heart-Shaped bum – as seen on Rihanna, these people are romantic, loyal and sensitive.
·       The Pear Shaped bum, think Mercedes from “Hollyoaks”, these people are ruthless, but also make good friends.
·       The Flat Bum, these flat-bottomed people are like Katie Price and they tend to be obsessed with work and can be negative.
·       The Pert Bum, unsurprisingly Cheryl Cole falls into this category and if you’ve got a pert bottom you’re artistic, creative and great friends with Simon Cowell (one of those things may be a lie)
·       The Full Round Bum, I think this is me, because I think it's a polite way of saying "has a lot of junk in the trunk" apparently having a big bum makes me sensitive with a short fuse (particularly when someone mentions my big bottom) defensive, stubborn and opinionated, but on the plus side my big bum makes caring and allows me to think I'm a goddess.

Reading the article it felt a little bit like reading your horoscopes for the year in January, I was reading the description of what a fat bottomed girl is like (sorry lady with a full round bum) and nodding, yes I am like that, I AM sensitive, I AM stubborn and I DO think I’m a goddess!

   As I read the article, I realised that playing in my head were the lyrics to a song my Dad made up when we were little, it goes

“Don’t say bum it’s naughty, don’t say bum it’s rude, don’t say bum it’s naughty, don’t say bum to me”

Surprising really that Dad never made it in the song writing Hall of Fame alongside the likes of Lennon and McCartney. Still I’m sure if there’s ever a TV show called “Celebrity Bumology” Dad would be happy to negotiate a fee for them to use his song as the theme tune!

  My full round bottom and I are off to the gym later to try and continue my Slinky quest to make my bottom a little less full and a little less round!

PS - It's the National Blog Awards tomorrow night so wish me luck that I bring home the award in the Lifestyle category!