Or, worse having the doctor tell me I should do something about my weight. Most importantly, I wanted to avoid waking up in ten years, looking myself in the mirror, and realizing I was fat and sedentary. I wanted to pull my (no longer fitting) skinny jeans out of the drawer, put them on, pair them with high heels and have a fun night out! And in all honesty, I wanted my fiancé to describe me as “hot”, not as “chubby”! I wanted to look at my pictures and remember how fun that moment was, not focus on how fat my belly looks like. This was not just my normal 1-2 pounds up or down. I couldn’t button them up, even when I was on the bed pushing my belly in and trying to get the zipper up!
I actually had to buy new pairs of pants for work because, to my dismay, my old ones stopped fitting me. In less than two years, as a graduate student at Stanford, I had gained 15 pounds.
Even though I was “average” for most of my life, I now had just crossed the line of being classified as “chubby”. This was a reality check I could hardly avoid. My fiancé had just explained to me how he had described me to his previous roommate shortly after we started dating. I got the abs on the right WITHOUT doing abs exercises.
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