Confessions of a Fat Kid

I used to be *ahem* fluffy, to say the least.

It was my presupposition that all fit people have always been fit and that there was no hope for someone like me.

Turns out there are TONS of fabulously fit people that used to be fat.

I love this.

I love that anything is possible. One of my favorite from fat to fit people is Jeris. If you don’t know Jeris you should! You can follow him on Twitter or read his blog. He is honest, inspiring, and taking life by storm.

We both used to be fat, but we have moved from flab to fab.

It is confession time for both of us.

Here are five things that I did as a fat kid that I am kinda in shock about.

  1. In Junior High I joined Future Homemakers of America because they met at the same time as gym class and you got to bake for school credit. No running around AND cinnamon buns? Yes PUH-LEASE!
  2. At camp I always volunteered to be the captain of field games so that I could tell people when to go on the field. This meant I NEVER went on the field. The last thing I wanted was for an ambulance to be required for the fat girl suffering from near heat stroke when there were cute boys around!
  3. A batch of cookies which usually made 6 dozen cookies only made 3 dozen when I baked. 2 dozen’s worth of cookie dough was consumed while I baked and then another dozen was eaten after they were baked in the name of ‘quality assurance‘. I made cookies almost every other day…
  4. In university, a well balanced day of eating used to consist of a few family sized bags of mini eggs and 5 grapefruits. I honestly thought that the grapefruit would detoxify my body of any bad things that were in the mini eggs.
  5. While working at McDonald’s as a manager in high school I took advantage of the ‘eat whatever you want‘ benefit that came with being a management. My daily fare usually consisted of a morning coffee with hot fudge sundae sauce, 3-4 hotcakes slathered in butter and syrup, eggs, triple cheeseburger, french fries dipped in ice cream, three or four HUGE containers of pop, and then a hot apple pie with ice cream and caramel sauce to go. Oh and don’t forget that supersized coke to wash it all down.

If you’re eating copious amounts of mini eggs and grapefruits in the same day, my stomach is having sympathy bloat for you!

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Comments

  1. Definitely guilty of the cooking class and working at McDonald’s ones….. I even miss the fries dipped in ice cream a little bit. Sigh. But, knowing how much better I feel now compared to then makes it worth it! 🙂 Keep up the awesomeness!

    • bikiniorbust says:

      You keep up the awesomeness too! 🙂 We will suffer through not dipping french fries in ice cream together. Sounds totally disgusting, but it is kind of fabulous in that ‘unhealthy – never should be tried’ kind of a way!

      • Tiffany Miller says:

        I too used to work at McDonalds. In those 3.5 years I ate McDonald every single day that I worked. I can’t even imagine doing that now. I still have a fondness for the taste of those fries and Double Cheeseburgers from time to time, but I would never consider eating there more than once or twice a year.

        We used to dip fries in the chocolate shakes (not the ice cream) and drink non stop fountain pop all day!

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