Things you thought when you were overweight

I used to think...... 'wow. I have a really tiny head'.

I actually thought my head was too small for my body instead of the other way around.

I was raised by my aunt who was about 450 pounds. All of my family members were big and I was at the smaller end so I guess it just never crossed my mind that I was overweight even though the doctor told me otherwise. I watched my aunt become housebound and tethered to her oxygen tank in the last years of her life and then I watched her die in the hospital. We had to pay extra to have her transported on a special truck to a cremation facility that could handle someone of her size.

When I saw a picture of her at my (then) age and she was the same size as me that was my wakeup call. I lost 50 pounds and kept it off until I got pregnant again (I must've looked good! :laugh: ) I still only gained about 20 pounds but I still had weight to lose so here I am.

I thought I carried my weight well because I was a big guy. 300lbs but tall, big wrists, big feet, big hands.

Turns out, I really didn't carry my weight well. No one carries 300lbs well. After losing almost 100lbs, suddenly my wrists, hands and feet all shrunk considerably. Turns out I'm not some huge freak of nature, I'm actually in the normal range for my height. I was just fat. Really fat. After losing all this weight I'm still fairly flabby which is incredible to me. How fat do you have to be to lose almost 100lbs and STILL be (somewhat) fat? It's mind-boggling to me how I had made a lifetime of odd excuses to myself.

This is me....it took until way over 300 for me to figure out I didn't carry anything well!! I still have a long way to go, so I am still fat!

I used to think I carried the extra weight well - then I got a gift of a family photo put onto canvas and realised no, no you really don't!!

Oh and the usual - I will start dieting next monday, month, after this occasion etc etc

same here!

Honestly, I did everything I could to not think about it. I ignored it until I didn't have clothes that fit for work anymore, multiple times.

I thought I still looked good....now after losing the weight and seeing pics, I know I didn't!

I'm still overweight, but I was guilty of so many of these things! Thinking I wasn't "that fat", thinking I somehow hid my weight well...yet I would have those Shallow Hal moments - you know, when skinny Gwyneth Paltrow throws her panties at him and he holds them up and they're gigantic and he's like "Huh?". I'm still sometimes shocked at how big my clothes are without me in them. Denial is a powerful thing.

I am not overweight, I am just undertall.

I thought I was a special snowflake who couldn't lose weight, no matter how hard I tried, and that what works for everyone else just doesn't work for me. I was wrong.:happy:

Me too.

I was skinny as a teenager, had to be sent to the gym to gain weight by a fitness freak father. I remember the women there looking zapped at the idea of a girl wanting to get bigger and telling me "you'll regret it" and me thinking, nyah, I'll never get fat. I remember going to a tailor with a fatter relative and feeling smug at my slimness and looking aghast at her broad hips and thinking, "how could she do that to herself". Who knew one day I would be her and she would become skinny.

So when I finally started getting pudgy in my late 20s, and then overweight, and then fat/obese - the inner skinny girl could never accept the outer fat woman. I ignored friends who gently pointed out my weight. I put away clothes that didn't fit thinking "oh, next year I'll be able to fit them" - because surely I can do it when I set my mind on it. I've always done some fitness programme so I kept thinking it was all about exercise and I didn't realize how much more I was eating than I should. It took me a long time to even accept it and tell myself "I am fat". And then when I went to different nutritionists and gyms and nothing worked, I told myself my metabolism was different, I was especially efficient in retaining fat. I have boxes of clothes for every size in a 30 pound range - and the sad part is when I can fit them and I pull them out, they will look so dated I will have to chuck them anyway! But I still want to do that only after I can fit them!I feel regret now that I wasted at least 10 years of my life like that. On the other hand, I feel better at having finally gotten a handle on what to do.

When I was younger I was a pretty heavy kid. I used to convince myself that I wasn't REALLY all that big; each of my breasts had to weigh 10-15 pounds,

I can empathize - I though my **** was 10-15 pounds until I put in on the scale and found out it was 20 pounds! What a pleasant surprise!