I am fat. I have been fat my whole life. My mother was fat. Both my maternal and fraternal grandmothers were fat. Born to be wide.
And now I’m getting old. 56 this year (yikes). I now weigh somewhere around 350+. I’ve never been so old, and I’ve never been so fat.
And I have never had any health problems related to fat. Blood pressure – fine; cholesterol – better than fine (my numbers are so good the doctor can’t believe it); blood glucose – fine – until this year, and still I am right on the cusp of diabetic.
But I now notice that I get tired a lot easier. I ache. My back seems to give me more trouble. I do a lot more grunting and groaning when I get up. But I do get up. I can get up and down from the floor. And I can even get my fat ass out of the bathtub. At 350+, I want to (and sometimes do) say “ta-dah” when I get out of the tub.
So I have to ask myself. Is it the fat or is it the number of years I’ve been on this planet? Is it a combination of both? And I don’t know the answer. And it kind of bothers me. I don’t trust the healthcare industry to give me an unbiased answer; and I need advice on how to minimize the problems — other than lose weight (useless advice, since nobody knows how to achieve long-term weight loss). So all I can do is try to figure this out myself, and see what other people in the fat community have to say about their own experience.
Right now, because I work full time, and go to school, I don’t have the time or energy to engage in my usual form of regular exercise — I usually do a couple of musicals each year and if you don’t think that’s not exercise, try it. I have been taking out my tap shoes every now and then and doing fat-lady tap (you don’t try to catch air/no hops or jumps going on); which I enjoy and is a pretty good workout.
Since there is no known way for me to achieve long-term weight loss (and I don’t even know if that’s the real problem — certainly there is no way to achieve long-term not aging), all I can do is try to keep strong. I’ve always been a very strong person. And I don’t like the idea of me becoming less strong – but that happens when you get old, right? I don’t want to fight getting old — it should be a goodness. A new adventure. And besides, you can’t win. Time is going to keep marching on whether I like it or not (I just wish it would remove it’s cleats!).
So here’s to all of us old fatties and here’s to all fatties keeping strong and being well.