You are NOT chubby! I have my fingers crossed for you!
And Erika, you are NOT chubby!!
I love you both for that!
Ok, let me explain...just so you don't think I sit around and whine about a few vanity pounds (I have about 15 pounds left to go). I don't think it matters if you are a size 8, a size 18 or a size 28...it just plain ol' sucks to be the heaviest person in the room. And as odd as it may seem, that happens to be my situation. Even at this size. I am the heavist mom in my DDs class.
And so, I have let that become part of my identity (even though I hate it). It's like, if I acknowledge and openly call myself that, then that takes the power away from the others who are all thin. And I don't mean normal thin. These women are super-model thin. Size
zero thin. String bikini even after having 3 kids thin. So even though I am "average," I feel like a hulking mass next to these women.
Here is an example from the pool club. (Oh yeah, I have to sit around in a bathing suit all summer with these folks....such fun.) One of the women had been really ill and lost a bunch of weight because of it. (And she was like a size 2 to begin with...yeah, like why the hell couldn't I get that bug? Or someone who could really use it??? But I digress...) Anyway, so she is commenting that she likes her new lower weight and is going to try to maintain it. And then she turns to the other skinny sitting with us and says, "Promise me you'll tell me if I get too thin." Seriously....this woman's biggest concern was getting TOO THIN!
I don't mean to villify them, as that really isn't fair. They are good people and have always been kind. They definitely consider me one of their close friends. But when this is my reality, it is hard to have any real perspective, if that makes sense.
Sure, there are other people in my town who are average, chubby, and obese. This isn't Stepford, after all. However, it just so happens that everyone in my circle and seemingly everywhere I go...I am the chubby one in the group.
My tennis team starts up again in two weeks. I love tennis. It is a total passion, and I am the captain of my team (all moms). Again, I am the heavist one there. And tennis outfits are SHORT and TIGHT. There is no hiding your flaws there.

Obviously, they don't hate me or make fun of me or alienate me for being above a size 2...they all wanted me to be Captain (it is definitely a popularity contest type of thing more than anything else, so they like me and consider me a friend), but it gets to you after a while when everywhere you turn, you get slapped in the face by the fact that you are bigger than those around you.
And so, I let being the "chubby mom" become part of my identity. And I am desparately trying to shed that. Not so that I fit in with the skinny moms. But so that I have a healthier self-identity. And so I can once again be comfortable in my skin. I will likely not see a size 2 ever again, and I am totally ok with that. But my TRUE self-identity is definitely someone who is healthy and athletic and in great shape. I was always an athlete...and then a fitness trainer and aerobics instructor. I really miss how I felt about myself then. Like I said, it was a huge part of who I was. And I totally lost that part of me.
Anyway, sorry to get all dramatic on you guys!

Just trying to explain why I get frustrated and why these are more than just vanity pounds for me.
And FYI--for those who follow the BMI numbers (I know a lot of you do not put any stock there), but according to those charts and scales, I am still in the overweight category by about 4 pounds. So, even the chart says I am a chub!
But that is why I am so obsessive about the running. I am really trying to identify with that...so I can start to think of myself as the Marathon Mom instead of the chubby mom.
Ok, I'm done. Bring on the funny!
