I have been obese all of my life. It was tough to deal with, but over time you learn to just accept the fact that you are fat.
That is what I did. Probably by the time I was in my mid-teen years, I really did not care much what others thought or even said about my weight. I had tried and tried to lose weight, but if you try and fail over and over again, you learn that it might be best to accept who you are.
When I was a young child, I believe it was in the first or second grade, I was so heavy that I was already attending Weight Watchers. We lived in Oregon at the time, in a small town called Clatskanie. We would go to the Weight Watchers meetings weekly in Longview, Washington, which was a 30 to 45 minute drive.
Every week I would go get on the scale. Results were never great, but I would lose a small amount of weight most of the time. It is hard when you are a kid to strive and strive for only a very small reward. Really, the reward was just hearing that I lost a half pound or something. It seemed that it was never enough weight that it would be noticeable and you would get attention for your accomplishment. Frankly, it was tough being a kid and being obese.
Another thing that made things tough was that my family moved a lot! We lived all over the USA, and even in South Africa too! Most of the time we would live in a place for just a couple years, and then my Dad would be transferred to another place. It was tough to put down roots, or to establish firm friendships.
When you are a kid, if you have something wrong with you, the other kids tease you. Kids can be cruel. By the time that I would get close enough to the other kids that my weight was not a big issue to them, it would be time for us to move to a different city or state. Even to this day, I do not really have many (any?) close friendships with people that were part of my childhood. Oh, I have close friendships with many adults that I met after I became an adult, but none, or very few, with kids that I became friends with when I was young.
Was I ever thin?
Well, that is a good question! I am sure that when I was very young, I was thin. I was a normal weight at birth. But, to be honest, I do not have any memories of being thin. I really don’t know what it would be like to be thin.
At this point of my life (age 54), I am much thinner than I have been for many years. I am very close now to the weight that I was when I graduated High School. But, that is not thin. A few years back, I was about 30 pounds lighter than I am now, and I felt thin at that time, but I was about 250 pounds at that time! That felt thin to me, though. Over the past few years, though, I started taking insulin, and insulin causes most people to gain weight. I gained about 70 pounds from the insulin, and I have since lost about 40 of those pounds. I do hope to get back to about 250 or lower, I felt good at that weight, and I am striving to achieve that.
So, as far as my childhood goes, in relation to my body type and my weight, these are my feelings. It was a tough childhood because of my weight. But, I made it through, and I think I became a good and relatively successful person. So, I can’t complain!