Weighty Issues

Obese. When said out loud the word seems to hang heavy in the air; large and awkward. Just like me. Clinically, I am obese. Really, I am not surprised. I have always been sort of overweight or "chubby"- even as a small child. Growing up, I knew that I was not slim or petite. All I needed to do was look around at all of the other girls that I went to school with and it was obvious; I just did not have the same body built as they did. Even at my lowest weight as a teenager, I still had a very round face and curvy figure. Being a larger size than most of my female peers was something that I had come to accept and had come to terms with. It has only been during the past year when I moved in with my fiancй that it feels like I went from "kind of chubby" to "obese". My weight gain has stemmed from depression, my hatred for physical exercise, and new eating habits that I have gained from living with my fiancй.

I know, I know, fat is fat- right? If I am so accepting of my "chubbiness" then why am I having such a big problem with my weight now? In the last seventeen months that I have been with my fiancй, it has become apparent to me that my actual health has deteriorated while my weight increased.

Moving in with my fiancй was the first time that I had actually left my hometown for an extended period of time. Along with my hometown, I had also left my friends and family behind as well. Please do not get me wrong, I love my fiancй and his family very much. Living in an area where there is no one that I know or can chat with just makes me feel so depressed. When in a state of depression, I tend to "eat" my emotions. There are many ways that this type of situation could be remedied I suppose. Perhaps, I could go see a doctor or a therapist about my depression. I could even volunteer at the public library or a rest home in an attempt to meet new people around town. But it is quite obvious that as a result of this bout of this depression that I have gained a substantial amount of weight.

This may come as no surprise to anyone, but I hate to exercise. As a child I loathed Physical Education in school, and one can imagine my exuberance in high school when I had finished the mandatory two years of P.E. In fact, my personal rule about moving at a fast pace is that I better be being chased by a zombie or a homicidal maniac. But in light of my recent weight gain, I am starting to understand why some people might participate in strenuous physical activity. A solution to my aversion to exercise might be to start walking to areas that are close to my home such as the grocery store. Another solution might be to purchase a gym membership and work out twice a week.

Living with your significant other is never an easy task. Especially when the other person has no real regard for eating healthy foods or ever worries about his figure. I think that it would be safe