It’s all too infrequently (hinthint) that we get the male perspective at MizFit. I was THRILLED when Fat Daddy agreed to share his wizdom up in herre.
Please to enjoy.
Being Fat and Fighting Fat…The Loneliest War
The Fat Daddy is a veteran of many diets. Since my first attempt to lose unwanted pounds (roughly 1986) I have been on just about every fad diet that has ever been invented. From the truly insane (The Master Cleanser) to the mainstream (Lean Cuisine). I have covered the spectrum. Two things I have learned from all this dieting.
First, if you stay on any of these diets, you will lose weight. The key to any of them is just staying on them. (no shit, Fat Daddy, is that the best you have to say?)
The second thing I have learned is just how lonely dieting is. Now to be honest, it’s my own damn fault. Like paying a credit card I have run up from too many trips to Vegas or the strip bars, It seemed like fun at the time, but now I am making minimum payments and the progress seems excruciatingly slow.
And while it was quite the party getting fat…it has been awfully lonely at times being fat. Unable to fit on rides at amusement parks, unwilling to showcase my big ass at swimming pools, physically unable to play sports with kids and friends. Sentenced to shopping at “Omar the Tent Maker’s Store” (otherwise known as the big and tall). At one time struggling to get dates, let alone girlfriends.
Being fat makes you feel isolated…from life.
Then you decide to do something about it. And if you’re like me, the first month or so flies by. The weight falls off, and after a week or two the belly stops rumbling as much. And that is about the time I come up for my first breath and realize that I am pretty much on my own.
If you’re like me, you are the fattest person you know. The rest of my world may be trying to lose ten or twenty pounds, but they’re not where I am, and they don’t want or need to be as dedicated.
How many times having I just wanted to slap the shit out of someone who just dropped 15 pounds and explains it as follows, “yeah, I just quit drinking beer and the weight just fell off.”
That’s how it is when you need to drop ten maybe…but when you have to lose 175 pounds, you have to give your whole self to the quest, and that is when it gets lonely.
That is when I have learned to dread family functions and holidays – too much temptations. I stopped having lunch with my workmates, and instead walk in the park at lunch. I quit laying in bed watching TV at night, and instead ride my stationary bike.
I am pretty much a diet Nazi, and no one else in my life is quite as committed. Now I don’t mean to suggest that anyone is sabotaging me. They just don’t understand why I don’t want to order pizza on Fridays anymore. Or why I insist that we stop buying snacks, and fill the fridge with fruit instead.
They don’t get why I get so pissed if life’s events cost me a walk or bike ride. Or why I have to be so “hard core”. I’ve had family and friends tell me when they are trying to get me to go out to a restaurant, “if you keep going this Nazi, you will burn yourself out.”
But my problem is, I just cannot lose weight and flirt with temptation at the same time. I don’t have the will power to have just one beer, or have just a small handful of chips, or just a few bites of an appetizer at Appleby’s etc. For me it’s like waving the booze under the nose of the alcoholic.
So for the most part, I keep myself isolated from temptation…and it gets damn lonely.
But like all good parties, fat fest ended for me on May 5, 2009 when I kicked off this diet. Now it’s time to clean up the mess that I have been piling up for 27 years.
What feels different…what has made things bearable this time for me has been meeting a group of people isolated in the same fashion. Floggers (fat bloggers) all sharing and supporting each other from thousands of miles away from each other. Many times it is only these folks who know exactly how I feel, or where I have been, or where I am going.
It is the one thing that gives me hope that this time it might actually be different. They give me…hope.
The Fat Daddy is a 42 year old, married, father of four. Fat since age 19, I am trying to lose 175 pounds. So far I have lost 70. I write at fatdaddyrantsblog.blogspot.com. Sometimes I rant, sometimes I make you laugh, sometimes I whine, sometimes I offer a helping hand, and sometimes I need one myself.