Age 17, barely 90 pounds
So, I have always been skinny. Not just thin, but anorexic-looking skinny. I didn’t have any shape to my legs. They just looked like sticks. If you think only the fatties get made fun of, think again. Even my dad got into the fun. “Vickie, the principal called and said you were absent today.”……”Well, you must have been standing sideways.” hahahahaha….Yeah, that was funny, dad. When I was in high school, I fried up 2 hamburgers every morning before the bus came…at 6:30 a.m. I tried everything, but could not gain any weight. When I was in fourth grade and a new student in a new school, a boy asked me why I was soo skinny, and I told him to leave me alone, that I just got out of a concentration camp. (That’s where my art of lying came into play) Well, I had a German last name, so, hey, it could have worked..
When I was 16 and had my new drivers license, I drove out to my doctor’s and sat him down and told him I wanted to talk to him..told him I really thought I had a tape worm..he laughed at me, and I got up and walked out, and cried all the way home..really thought I had a tape worm, damnit.. I finally reached 100 pounds my senior year…in college and had a party…with lots of cake.. I also got the nickname Minnie along the way, as in Skinny Minnie, and it has stuck with some guys that I am still friends with in my 50′s…
But, the Gods above thought it would be amusing to halt my metabolism as an experiment to see what I would do. Even after I had both of my children, I was able to get back down to 108 pounds. At age 37 I had my tubes tied, and everything went to hell. I don’t know if I should blame it on that, or the fact that I stayed home with my kids and had no adult conversation and I became unhappy in my marriage, but hey, the cupboard and refrigerator were at my reach..Fastforward to 2010 and I am 50 pounds heavier than some other number..lol I don’t recognize myself and I have the willpower of a worm (I heard they don’t try too hard)
So, all in one year, I was divorced, moved out of my home into a tiny apartment, and got a teaching job..and you know what? It was great. I feel so much better, mentally (although some would disagree and say I was quite mental), but I love living by myself. I am an empty nester and now it is just me and the cat. So, the end of May I joined Healthplex, a wonderful facility. Now, you have to understand that I didn’t exercise, maybe lala walking on my property, but I really don’t care to sweat..or watch what I eat.. so this will be like entering uncharted territory. But, I am tired of looking in the mirror and thinking, “Where are you, Vickie?” I’m an oinker-pig…
