|(Can you find the dog in this photo?)|
I'm also tired of the odd aches and pains that have increased since my gut ballooned, especially the pains in my abdominal and chest areas. I know: whine, whine, whine, complain, complain, complain. Maybe if the weight had snuck up on me over decades, I wouldn't feel so awkward about it. Or if I'd been fat from childhood, I'd have nothing to compare this to and I'd be used to this level of flexibility.
Unfortunately, I remember exactly what it felt like to slide socks on easily or grasp the bottom of my feet in yoga class. I remember not getting out of breath from simply darting across the room and back again.
I know being 5'2" and 155 pounds isn't that much fat-wise and I feel like a huge whiner and sellout of the fat acceptance movement. But how much does physical discomfort count? I'm not talking about looking-in-the-mirror discomfort (although there's that, too), but pulling-on-my-socks-and-shoes discomfort. Chest pain discomfort. Does this discontent with my new size make me anti-fat?