I learned something very important yesterday. Never yell, “Can we talk about the elephant in the room?” at a Weight Watchers meeting. The say I can come home once the swelling in my brain subsides.
First off, I am the last one in the world to point out someone who struggles with their weight. Lord knows I do and have for many years. It’s an uphill battle for so many of us, especially as we age. I see more ladies kind of freak out about it more than men. We think we’re sexy anyway, no matter how much hair we have our how big our belly might be. That’s either confidence or lunacy.
My wife is beautiful, yet weighs herself everyday when she is on a weight loss program. She is certainly not fat but as an female entertainer, she’s always self conscious about her appearance. I get that. Oh, by the way, I’ve learned that pointing out heavy ladies who have made it ‘big’ in comedy is not the smartest move.
The last time I was really thin was in 2011. I dropped 75 pounds because everyone told me that if I lost my excess weight I would feel healthy again. That was horrible advice! I not only felt worse than ever, for the first time in my life, people were telling me I needed to GAIN weight because I looked like I was going to die. So now, I maintain a range of obesity that feels right. I know! I’m probably 50 pounds over what they say is my optimum weight.
Honestly, at 62, I really don’t care.