WEIGHT LOSS VICTORY

This Chinese New Year, we brought a whole load of clothes back to Grandma's place. These were relatively new and quality stuff that I could not wear anymore since I lost weight. Two of my cousins swiped the whole lot.

Watching them try on those clothes....made me happy. I think I am a nasty girl to be having such thoughts in the first place, but.....well, yeah, I was happy because I was no longer in that position to need XXXL clothing. For the first time in so many years, I held the high ground. I was reaping paybacks from the year of constant exercise and watching my diet.

And victory was doubly sweet, because ALL the people who had constantly harped on my weight previously, making hurting remarks (even if I did deserve these comments), were all now in worse shape than I am. I refuse to be a hypocrite. I could now strut...and strut I did.

SB pointed out something that made me think. In the entire extended family, I had been by no means the only seriously overweight one. However, I was the only overweight girl who was not married with kids. And I was the ONLY one to be subjected to all those comments about my weight and asked umpteenth times to slim down. My married female cousins, who are currently about the size I was previously, go their merry way unhindered. No snide remarks, no reminders to eat less and exercise more. How grossly unfair.

So what was this double standard? The message I got was that it is ok to be fat and unhealthy if you had already snagged your man and done your bit contributing to the national birthrate. And I had thought my relatives truly concerned about my physical wellbeing.

Well, my eyes have been opened.