“Go ahead and say it Winnie, the word is fat!” Out of the mouths of babes and into the ears of a Papa who really doesn’t pride himself on being . . . politically correct. It’s no secret that I had put on a ton of weight after my accident, 65 pounds to be exact. Now, I am not obese, I’m not horizontally challenged . . . I’m fat, plain and simple, I’m fat! What’s that old cliche; “A rose by any other name, blah, blah, blah . . .” Look, I get it, I really do and it’s not really funny considering that I used to only weigh 145 pounds and was in peak physical condition, but, it is what it is and only I can change it. While some people might take offense to the word “fat,” I don’t. It’s just a word, not something that defines who I truly am. But this story is funny, well, at least to me anyway.
If you read my blog, you’ll see that about a month ago, I initiated a healthy eating regiment to start shedding some of the weight I had gained. I haven’t followed it up with many updates, but I’m happy to say that I have been doing very well adjusting to my new “healthy eating” lifestyle. I haven’t been obsessing about it and I haven’t really denied myself any of the food I enjoy, I’ve just been eating smart and in moderation. I haven’t even stepped on a scale since I began this journey, but I know the weight is coming off because of the way my clothes fit, or should I say . . . don’t fit. I can now fit into pants that are 2 waist sizes smaller than when I began this quest.
So the other day I went for a haircut, came home, took a shower and got dressed. I walked into the living room and my 5 year old granddaughter is looking at me kind of strangely. After a minute shes says; “Papa, you look really good, you look different, you don’t look as . . . and then she stopped herself from going any further with the conversation. Of course I knew what she wanted to say, or at least I thought I did. I could see her brainstorming trying to figure out what to say next and I felt bad for her. So I looked at her and said; “It’s O K Winnie, you can say it, the word is fat!”
“Papa!” she said, “I don’t use that word, that’s not a very nice word to say to anybody!” Obviously her political correctness is tiers above mine, I guess I’m just old school. “It’s alright honey, I appreciate the compliment” I joked trying to make her feel better. “But that’s not what I was going to say” she quipped at me. Hmmm . . . I couldn’t figure out what else she could have meant. I caved . . . “What were you going to say then?” Flashing that big smile at me she proudly announces; “I was going to tell you that . . . you don’t look as wide!”
My wife burst out laughing and then proceeded to laugh so hard I thought she was going to have a stroke! I was laughing so hard I was snorting and bright red and my daughter Sarah fell off the couch from laughing so hard! So, apparently the new politically correct word for “fat” is “wide!” My new mission is now to become . . . “less Wide!”
As always; Peace, Light and Love to all! Namaste, “The Original Domestic God!”
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