So DONE!

Getting My Bearings

The sign "End of the Road" is sometimes small and badly placed. 

This last go around was the end. I plunked down my money to be in this giant corporation we all know that offers to help chubbers lose it, as long as they are willing to pay X amount a week and "do the program." Well I did, and it worked, for a few months, and then it didn't any more. I kept showing up but the truth was it just seemed crazier and crazier to me with every meeting.

When It's Wrong, It's Wrong

I started to feel sorry for our wonderful leader. The poor woman was completely obsessive. The more I learned about how she, and the other "successes" lived daily life, the more nutters it sounded. When I compared these people to the people I know who never had a weight problem, I realized they might look "normal" in their physical dimensions, but in reality pathology ruled their lives. I quit.

When It's Right It Keeps Getting Righter

So it's now about 2 years since I decided the real answer didn't have anything to do with programs and I set out to find it. The real answer, it turns out, is much more interesting and happy than the fake answers that keep making chubbers poorer and fatter. Sort of like the difference between a post card and a vacation. The real answer is the vacation. My real answer is working, and this blog is for anyone else who is as DONE! as I was with looking at postcards and is ready for the real vacation.

It's ON!

No, I'm not 110 lbs and gamboling across the sunny of beaches of California singing "I Like "Em Big and Stupid" on the shoulders of surfers who could double for Norse Gods. I'm a shrinking chubber who doesn't obsess about food or exercise, who loves the way my body looks in the mirror, who does all the things that other people do in life without freaking out about the food aspect of any of it. I'm a shrinking chubber happily and sanely living a larger life in a shrinking body. 

Check in next week for a piece of the mystery that I uncovered. 

And remember,  there's nothing wrong with you. You're not an addict, obsessive-compulsive, or any of that other claptrap. You're a good person with a life to live. 

Grins,

Tahiya