Part one in the Let’s Talk About Fat series.
My blog has been pretty much defunct since the debacle of 2016, and I miss it. I’m going to resurrect it to talk about something else for a bit. I’m thinking of maybe a series of about 6 posts, and then I’ll move on to something else. Since most of you follow my quasi-political blogs, my new topic may not interest you. But I’d like to ask you to give it a try because we all need to talk about it. And by “it,” I mean fat.
There are a lot of body-positive, fat is beautiful blogs out there. I admire them. I really do. But this is not going to be one of those. Let me start by saying fat people are beautiful. They’re creative. They’re talented. They’re loving. They’re sexy. They’re your best friend and your sister and your boss and your neighbor and your lover. Let me tell you something else fat people are. They’re sick.
Obesity is correlated with heart disease, stroke, type 2 diabetes, some cancers, gallbladder disease, sleep apnea, gout, arthritis, fatty live disease, high cholesterol, mental illness, kidney disease, fertility problems, and high-risk pregnancies. Our bodies hurt, our joints give out, and we’re even more prone to dementia. A 2014 NIH study found that extreme obesity (BMI of at least 40) shortens life expectancy up to 14 years.
Until recently, I fit into the extremely obese category. And that’s not ok. I want every one of those 14 years. But instead, I had a herniated disk, sleep apnea, and diabetes. Some obese people are healthier than others, of course. My doctor told me that health problems would catch up to those people eventually. I hope he’s wrong about that, but it’s not looking really great for the fat and fit crowd.
So I have come out here with an unpopular blogosphere opinion. It’s bad to be fat. It’s bad to be fat in the same way it is bad to have cancer. It impedes your quality of life and sends you to an early grave. That’s not ok.
Let me speak to the chronically obese for a minute here: (Skinny people, you may not understand, but try) I am not going to tell you to lose weight. I am never going to tell you that. Because I don’t know how. Neither does your doctor, your nutritionist, your trainer, or your mother. I have tried gyms, pills, and diets. So many diets. No fewer than 19 different diets. Low fat, low carb. Make everything from scratch, buy everything pre-packaged. Eat less, but not too much less. Eat less sugar. Eat less fat. Eat once a day. Eat six times a day. Don’t eat this. Don’t eat that. Definitely don’t eat that. Deprivation is the name of the game. Why can’t you deprive yourself? Are you an addict? Why are you so weak? Where is your willpower? Where is your pride? Move more. It hurts? You have no energy? You don’t fit into the machines at the gym? Well you’ll just have to suffer through it, then, won’t you? No pain. No gain! Do you want to be fat? Do you want strangers to whisper at you behind your back? Do you want to have to ask for a seat-belt extender when you fly? At this rate, you won’t even fit on a plane. Where is your shame?
Since when is shame an acceptable treatment for a medical condition? Or suffering? Lifestyle changes are great. We probably all need to make some. Lifestyle changes are what let me stabilize my weight at 250 instead of 350. I was still extremely obese. The 14 years off your life kind of obese. We can all make lifestyle changes that lead to better health. But in the vast majority of cases, it’s not a cure. There are exceptions to this, of course. There are people who have lost vast amount of weight and kept it off and to those people I say, hot damn! You are amazing. I wish I could do that. But I can’t. Believe me. If I could have, I would have.
This is what I need the skinny people to understand: (Are you still here?) Some of us are not obese because we eat more and exercise less. Medications and metabolic disorders are also culprits. But I don’t want you to give those people a pass. I want you to give us all a pass. We eat more because we are hungrier than you have ever been, we have cravings that affect our brains in ways you do not understand, and our metabolism is always telling us a book in the living room is better than a walk in the park. We are not like you. We are not lacking willpower. We are lacking medical treatment. But we have bought into the BIG LIE and so have you. That obesity is a lifestyle challenge and that it can be overcome with some savvy consumer spending to the tune of $60 billion dollars in the US annually on weight loss promises. It doesn’t seem to be working. The latest stats show the obesity rate at 32% to 35% and growing. A medical problem of this magnitude that affects 1/3 of Americans deserves to be treated like an emergency and not by Jenny Craig, but by the medical establishment.
That’s why, last May, I underwent the best medical treatment available to me to address my obesity. I had gastric-bypass surgery. Surgery is not for everyone. For one thing, not everyone’s insurance will cover it and the cash price is in the $13,000 to $20,000 range. For another thing, there are not anywhere close to enough surgeons in the country to address the epidemic of obesity by cutting us all open. It was right for me. I’ll tell you more about it in another post. But for now, I’m healing well and dropping weight, though extremely slowly. I got to buy new clothes, I’ve ditched my Cpap, and my blood sugars are coming down.
If there are any questions you have about my journey or topics you want to discuss, I’d love your feedback for future posts. Any fat-shaming comments will be deleted. I will post before and after pics of myself when I complete this series, whenever that is.
To read part two of this series, What’s Your Trigger, click here.
To read part three of this series, Loving The Fat That Weighs You Down, click here.
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