It comes at a price...

Growing up I didn't have too many friends.  I lived on a block with mostly boys.  I wasn't allowed to really go off the block (though I did).  My mother was an agoraphobe with panic attacks.  She didn't want to drive me to friends' houses. After she died, dad wanted us to either be at school or at home (or a neighbor's house) because we were latchkey kids and he worked almost 2 hours away from home.

The result was that I am not the most social of butterflies, not the person everyone wants to know and be around.  I tend to have a very fluid idea of what friendship is -- that people can come in and out of your life, and so long as they treat you well, and you share some common interests, you can be friends.

Over the years I've been able to further develop my idea of what friendship is because I have had some people in my life show me what being a friend looks like.  To quote Pepe the Prawn:
A friend picks you up
when everyone else
lets you down, okay. 
It's not just when everyone else lets you down, but it's sometimes when you let yourself down, or when life lets you down.  In other words, friends are the people that come around not because it's convenient for them, or they need something, they're the people that come around when they have something to give.

I've tried to live up to this -- putting the people I truly love and want to be friends with before my own wants and needs because taking care of my friends brings me joy.

When I realized that friendship is more than just about convenience, I lost many friends and/or grew wary of them.  I began to realize the people who came around when they wanted something but were nowhere to be found when I was sliding into an endless pit of despair.

That being said, and the point of this post is that sometimes I lead a very lonely life (most of my friends are people I work with/play softball with, or live far away (especially b/c I don't have a car)).  This is why the refrigerator is my boyfriend.  This is why i didn't have plans for Friday night, this is why I don't have plans for tonight.

When people make plans, I hate inviting myself.  I am an absolute wreck when I host people (especially if I'm having a party and no one shows up for the first half hour).  I still get the feeling that people are my friends out of pity. I know that feeling is completely irrational.

It's really easy to say that you have no friends, no boyfriend because you're fat.  However the only reason that could be true is because of the negative vibes that attitude puts out.

If I am an insular person and the fat is my insulation, what will happen when I lose the fat?  I fear and anticipate that I won't have as many reasons to keep people at arm's length (for their protection and mine).


Oh I totally agree, I see my fat suit as my protective armour. As long as I have it no one can hurt me and if they do - I can blame it on being fat! but really i just need to learn what's the worse that can happen if I do get hurt?
Ps I've referenced your blog over at


Wow...really making me think today. I believe in some ways we all are kind of used to our fat armour and how it has protected us. We need to learn how to cope with everything without the use of it if we will ever get down that scale. We can't let the fear of not having an excuse to keep people at arms length to stop us from our goals.


Sweet girl, when I worked way too many long hours and had no time to have a life, I stacked on MORE weight, to give myself the "excuse".

The weight stayed on.

Luckily, I made a choice to move countries and move careers and shake my life out, but the weight still stayed on.

All I can do, is offer my wisdom via hindsight, and that would be to paint a picture in your mind of what you want your life to REALLY look like, and start, start now, to makes changes to make that happen.

It might or might not be the weight that needs fixing........



Andrea: I'm linked up now! I have had some bad experiences in my life where people just use me. It absolutely devastated my trust in other people and shook my self confidence. It was an important realization for me that I want to be the same person no matter how people treat me, but i have the choice to not let them in my life if they abuse that.

Traci: I will try not to do that too much on long weekends, but yanno... The mood struck me to write it. I'm not going to let it prevent me from reaching my goals, but I think I'm going to have to be aware of it. Like my friend Emily pointed out in a comment not too long ago, people treat you differently when you're thin. I just hope the intentions are good.

Lucy, my dear: Every day I walk out my front door I see a bumper sticker I have hanging up: "Live the life you love" -- the 2nd half being "Love the life you live." It's become an important motto for me... It's what got me back on this healthy path because I wasn't loving my life, and I was barely living it. I keep on wondering if I want to say in Washington, DC or if I want to go back to NYC... or just pick a direction and go. I think I can handle only changing one thing at a time.


Traci: For better or for worse, my fat shield has protected me from some situations...


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