in your face honesty...whether you want it or not

Been working for a while to get myself back in gear in a lot of ways. Drinking too much, cussing too much....

being...

too...

fucking...

fat.

As I was contemplating how to get motivated again, something that happened to me a few years ago hit me like a ton of bricks.

My husband, girls and I were invited to a graduation party for a friends' son. We had gone to church with them for years before we all went in our own church directions (insert cliche "loving Christian" face here). At this point, I was an 18/20 and over 200 lbs.

Well, while we were waiting for lunch to be served, I was standing with my youngest at a swing set they had in their backyard. I wasn't sitting on a swing, I was only leaning again the pole, holding one of the swings in my hand as my daughter was playing.

The loving father of the graduating son and supposed friend looked over and, in a half jog, came over to talk. I figured, "Hey, he is here to say hi." Um, no. He looked me up and down, then, in his sweetest, loving Christian voice, said......

"Now, I just put new bolts in the swings to make them sturdier, but please don't sit or lean on it. I am not sure how much weight it can take and I don't want you to break it."

Then he walked away.

Yeah.

I just stood there. My jaw on the ground. Near tears. Especially when I looked around and noticed that he had said it loud enough for other people to hear. They were all just looking at me. I didn't know what to do or say. I was mortified. In front of my daughter.

Okay, so he was right. I was fat. But he didn't have to do what he did. He was a fucking asshole. His first name is Mark. Mark the Asshole.

It is remembering pig-suckers like him that remind me why I am doing what I do. It also reminds me why hating on over-weight people is wrong and mean and very cruel. Believe me, fat people *know* they are fat. They *don't* need you to call them out on it. Besides, those who talk so much smack are usually skinny ass, pimply, stinky, ugly douchbags...just saying :).

So, here is to waiting on Spring, looking good, loving myself and giving the finger to Mark the Asshole and all others like him.

Peace, Love and (i got yer honesty...right here!) Zombies \IiiI