I bought this shirt a week before quarantine and now it doesn’t fit

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I bought this shirt a week before quarantine and now it doesn’t fit
I just realized the my belly gets in the way when I bend down. I wonder how long it's been like that. I may have been eating more lately, but that's just normal right? Everyone's gained some weight in quarantine. I hope my pants from last winter still fit
I'd guess you're going to have at least a little trouble buttoning the pants that fit you last winter 😉
All I’ve done during quarantine is learn to bake (kinda) and gain a bunch of weight eating my creations. So anyway, here’s wonderwa—some oatmeal raisin cookies...
This last year has not been kind to my waistline. My beautiful Deucie departed in January and the quarantine started in March. My normal 75 minutes of daily walking went to zero.
Unsurprisingly the ‘quarantine 15’ found me and brought some friends so too many of the 30 pounds I lost have returned. Today I re-started walking, retracing the steps Deucie and I used to take. There’s no fool like an old fool — I cried a bit.
You've probably seen those memes about gaining weight during quarantine. “Jokes” like these are so normal in today’s society that a lot of people don’t see these memes as a form of fatphobia.
But imagine for a minute that you’re in the body that everyone is afraid of having. That body that people are laughing about. You’d probably feel like 💩. Well, that’s how fat people feel right now. (This is not to ignore those with eating disorders who aren’t feeling too great either).
Weight-stigma is something we all experience. Especially those in larger bodies. These fatphobic jokes only perpetuate weight stigma and weight stigma itself is harmful for a number of reasons - one of them being its negative effect on our health.
I wrote an article on Ms.Health-Esteem’s website about these quarantine weight gain memes and how harmful they are. I also talk about how weight stigma negatively affects our health. Here’s the link if you want to read it: https://mshealthesteem.com/quarantine-fatphobia/
Instead of sharing these memes, let’s encourage self-compassion and self-care. Self-care may be using food to soothe yourself, or moving less and that may result in weight gain. That’s completely ok! We’re all in this together, no matter our size!
Before you finish reading, I also want to point out that I have thin privilege and that I speak as an ally for fat people. But I’m not the one you should listen to. You should listen to what they have to say!
You can start by following people in the #fatacceptance and #bodypositive movements.
@yrfatfriend
@liftinglotsa_lasagna
@laurenleavellfitness
@deadlifts_and_redlips
@arti.speaks
@sasharose67
@fierce.fatty
@caitlinfisherauthor
@amberkarnesofficial
@meg.boggs
This is just to name a few people. If you’re interested in diversifying your feed, send me a DM. There’s many more awesome people you could follow!
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[#imagedescription : A tweet in front of a nature background of a sun glaring on some high plants in a field that says “Those memes about gaining weight during quarantine are fatphobic and they aren’t funny”.]
This is the heaviest I have ever been in my life. I was 122-4 lbs at 5’3 just last year. Since then, I have moved twice, changed jobs three times, lost a job and was unemployed for 4 months, was stuck at home in quarantine, and had two close family members go to the hospital for extended periods of time.
Now I’m at 137-9 lbs and I feel miserable. I can’t fit comfortably into any of my clothes. Everything is tight and restricting. It’s hard to walk. I can’t afford new clothes right now so I just wear sweatpants and baggy t shirts. This moment of realization that I can’t keep living this way finally reached a breaking point last month. I was out of breath by just walking outside for a few minutes. And I used to love walking.
So now I’m making a commitment to change by updating this blog with progress photos, screenshots of my calorie/exercise intake, and venting when I need to vent. Only way to make this work is by working hard.
Good day for sugar cookies ...