When my mom and dad couldn't afford dance lessons anymore, I turned to exercise to try to reduce the pudge. I remember looking at my Dad, who I adore, and telling myself that I didn't want to look like him. I described my dad as a big man but really he was severely overweight. He has tried several diets and forms of exercise but his excuse has always been...why teach an old dog new tricks. My mom enabled him and really didn't help with changing his lifestyle. Don't get me wrong. I don't blame them.
To make matters worse, my sister has always been rail thin and she could eat Doritos and Reece's Peanut Butter Cups. I would be eating a banana for a snack and she would be wolfing down those treats. Now, it has caught up with her but how was I to know that at 13. It frustrated me.
I have always been fearful of being "fat". I remember I asked my husband early in our marriage if he would love me if I gained 50 pounds. He would laugh and say "now we all know that isn't going to happen." The fear of "fat" has been instilled into my brain.
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