Chub Rub/ noun/ When your thighs love each other very much and touch each other when you walk. Also known as ‘chaffing’
When spandex pants and talcum powder became a key feature of my wardrobe, I knew things were serious. Apparently the 3 stone I had gained wasn’t enough of a wakeup call but the ugly cream pants were. I’ve moaned about my weight for as long as I can remember but I promised myself that when I turned 30, I would make the necessary changes and lose the extra weight I had gained. Oh, and stop moaning. I have some catching up to do it would seem.
Whenever I have complained about my size or weight, the victims of my moaning have either said something along the lines of “you’re lovely as you are” or “you don’t need to lose weight”. They’re right. I don’t need to lose weight. I want to though and I have slowly come to realise that if you’re not anorexic or morbidly obese, you’re not always taken that seriously if you complain about your size. I feel strongly though that regardless of your size and shape, if you don’t feel good about yourself, you have to make changes somewhere. Or get fatter friends.
A wise friend of mine pointed out that I wasn’t happy in myself when I was 3 stone lighter and that there are no guarantees that I will feel confident about my appearance if I lose the weight I’ve gained. A very good point indeed. As I am at my heaviest weight though, I’m hoping that I will appreciate being the size I was when I get back there.
At this moment in time, I can’t say why I gained weight and despite much soul searching, I’m not entirely sure there’s a specific reason. It just crept on. And on. And on. I have very much felt alone with my eating habits but when I started to talk about them, I realised that I was far from alone. It appears that I’m not the only one who drives through McDonald’s, calls their imaginary boyfriend, orders said imaginary boyfriend a meal in addition to their own snack and then drives round the corner and scoffs the lot. More on that later though.
I decided to start a blog to share these stories and the difficulties foodies like me encounter when trying to shift the chub. We only post what we want people to see on the net; not on here. I’m going all in! I’ll share the good, the bad and the ugly and promise to be honest along the way. We see too many glamorous ‘after’ pictures but what about the process itself? I hope to capture that here.