"Don't let the fat chick beat you"?

I have been racing for about 5 years now. I am not a typical runner or even triathlete. I fight with serious medical conditions every step of the way, but each step makes me stronger. I have two boys both with special needs and I have learned to chalk that up to making me stronger as well.

It is with sad heart that I must report that lupus has won the battle this year, but trust me when I say the war is far from over! My racing days are not over by any stretch of the imagination. This is just a minor setback that will make me stronger.

Monday, May 23, 2011

Sticks and Stones

Yesterday, my sister and I were running errands in my truck and these two guys in a Mini felt it necessary to show their stupidity.  We drove by them thinking nothing of it, next thing I knew they pulled up a long side us (passenger side) and shouted “damn, how did you get that big?”  My sister looked at me and said ‘what?’ I am not sure if she heard what they said and was choosing to ignore it or if she truly didn’t hear what they said.  I am hoping she truly didn’t hear what they said.   A few miles down the road I saw them coming up in my review mirror, again on my passenger side. I have to admit I really wanted to swerve if for no other reason than to scare them.  But I didn’t and again, they felt the need to show their stupidity, this time yelling something along the line of ‘how much weight can that truck carry?”  We all know that I am not a little thing; my sister is bigger than I am and has had a weight issue the majority of her life.  It is not important why, and I will be the first to admit that I enable her more than I should.  It breaks my heart when she is not permitted to ride a ride at an amusement park because of her size or she has to get a seatbelt extender on the airplane. I do not understand why people find it necessary to make comments like those. 
How did you get so big, really?  Is that all you can come up with?  That took a lot of brain power didn’t it?  With the journey I have been going through I have learned that there are reasons why people get so big, it might be they have an eating disorder or they are on medication what causes weight gain.  Does it really matter why someone is as big as they are? 
How much weight can that truck carry? Really, how about we look at how much damage can that truck cause this car if we really distract you? 
Yes, it bugs me.  I know the name of my blog is Don’t Let the Fat Chick Beat You, I know I joke about “being fluffy” but it is still a very sensitive subject for me my ideal size is a 8/10, that is where I am happiest.  But that is not where I am right now  I am at a 16/18, my sister is at a 26/28. I would love to see me back in my 8/10 and she her in a 16/18, but it takes a lot.  It takes an entire life overhaul, which is something I am working on, but I keeping having slipups (I am to tired or I hurt to much, excuses, they are nothing more than excuses). 
Sticks and stones, right?

~If you hear that someone is speaking ill of you, instead of trying to defend yourself you should say: "He obviously does not know me very well, since there are so many other faults he could have mentioned"~

1 comment:

  1. Don't let it bother you! You are an athlete! You run marathons! You rock sister! Your sister takes care of your kids. She deals with their special needs (I know I couldn't). She does need to get healthier, but it something she will deal with and decide on her own. You both are very special to me and I hope to have you in my life for many years. Don't worry about anyone else - you're beautiful to me! Luv yins - Lynne