I just wanted to share a story and see if this situation has happened to anyone else before. I'm kind of mixed in my feelings b/c I'm not sure if I'm sad/hurt, etc. I always resigned myself to being the 'fat' friend, the funny one w. a great personality that was fine being in the shadows while my 'prettier' friends did all the dating and all that jazz. Granted, I'm shy to begin w. that's just my personality, so I don't like attn: anyways so it was a fitting role. Then I realized that I didn't have to be the fat friend, with a little research and effort I was able to lose the weight. So the first time I lost the weight was fine, but then I gained some if it back fine. This time, I adopted a whole different model and kicked it up a notch with my workout program. Slim n 6 has given me phenomenal results and I told all my friends about it and how great I was doing, no one was interested, fine.
Last night, I see my friends for the first time since my bday. That was about 6 weeks ago, but w. a 11lb weight loss I've lost tons of inches so I think it looks that much more dramatic. I was feeling great b/c I knew I looked great. Not in a vain way, not like I'm not a work in progess, but truly proud of myself about what I was able to accomplish. There was no magic pill or secret cream, it was me being committed to my program and pressing play every day. Being more conscious of if I was hungry and what I was eating; my diet hasn't been 'perfect' for a while, but that works for me, in the long run thats more realistic for me to lose weight on my own terms.
Anyways, long story short, my friend and I got into a fight over a coat, and she felt it was her need to say 'its a size 8, you can't fit it' in a way that was like why are you even kidding yourself. I probably would've not even cared 6 weeks ago, but considering I was wearing my size 29 jeans, and my 36d bra, having lost 7inches in my chest thus far this year, I think I'm a better judge at what my size is then my friend who seems to be content w. me being 'the fat friend'. My best friend who's a size 4 and has seen me through every size of the sun is always genuinely excited/happy and proud of me when I accomplish these things. She knows how hard I work and shares in my success. I didn't think I even had friends that would be jealous of me (not to sound conceited, but I don't know what else that is). I feel like as long as I'm playing my role as the 'fat friend' everything is peachy keen; but some people aren't content with you messing up the flow. Sorry for the rant, but I'm sure I am not the only person that has dealt with this and definitely won't be the last. As unfortunate as the situation is it only motivates m to continue doing what I'm doing.
