It ain’t easy being average
Guest post by Jillian. I’ve known Jilly for many years, she is my BFF’s younger sister’s BFF. She is one of the sweetest, funniest, most genuine people I know and I am honored she has shared this post with us.
I didn’t really know I was overweight until I lost about 25 pounds in 2005. Until that point in my life, I thought I was normal sized, maybe a little chubby, but not obese. I knew what obese looked like. Those people with rolls and rolls of flesh, double chins, 40 inch waistlines. I was just ‘bigger’ than my friends were. I was healthy. I was OK.
Like most individuals with an eating disorder, I saw myself completely different than how others saw me. However, I saw it backwards; I thought I was *thinner* than I actually was. Today, I look back at pictures and I feel sad at how unhealthy I was. I had no idea how to really eat healthy. I ate twice as much per sitting as I should have. I couldn’t even make it twice around the indoor track at my college gym. Until recently, I had no idea that I was an emotional eater. That I also ate too much when I was tired or in social situations with people bigger than me. That I celebrate with food. I was large and had no idea how large I was.
Fast forward over two years later. I can run, I can lift weights, I can do pilates and yoga and hike and at least be able to *try* anything that comes my way. I eat as healthy as possible, and I know how to substitute healthy foods for unhealthy ones and still feel satisfied. I’m smaller at 24 than I was in high school (and college).
But it’s a learning process for me. One that’ll never be over. My BMI is down from 32 to a 26…which means I’m still overweight but no longer the “O” word….and I’m not talking about Oprah. With being almost 40 lbs. thinner comes more responsibility than when I was a chubber. It was SOOO much easier to just eat whatever, whenever, than to count calories, measure portions and add up points (I do Weight Watchers). It was more fun to go to dinner and parties and not worry about what I ate. Or drank. I could easily be the “DFF” or designated fat friend, who made everyone laugh with self-depreciative jokes but who boys/men were not always physically attracted to. Clothing options were not as plentiful. I couldn’t just shop in every store. I was safe and warm in my bigger body. And I HAVE to exercise to keep up my work. Which takes time away from laying on the couch and eating cookies.
Do I miss my flubber? No, sometimes in the winter when I’m cold, but overall a big fat NO. I am getting used to working on feeling like a sexy, confident and average sized woman. It’s a journey well worth it in the long run.











































