Fat Friends
I was surfing the 'net today when I stumbled across this article. It's about friendships being made stronger over food. And I can see that. Who doesn't like to get together with their friends to talk about their issues over lunch or dinner? Or laugh and kid with a DVD, some wine and popcorn? That's what friends are for...Or as Wendy and I like to say, that's what fat friends are for.
When I'm coming to town, my best friend and I have this EXACT conversation:
"Wendy, I wanna put you on call. I'm comin' to NY (insert random date here) and I may need a ride from the airport."
"Okay, which airport? Newark, isn't it? Why do you always fly into Newark?" Insert ramblings of work and class shedule and how much she hates Newark, then with a gasp, "You're coming, I'm so excited! What are you gonna cook? You gonna bake a poundcake? Or how about a peach cobbler? Yay, we get to be fat friends!"
You read right: fat friends. Fat is a word we toss around to take the sting away, like the n-word, I guess. If you talk to anyone in my circle, you'll catch us using any one of the following phrases: "I'm fat", "I'm a bitch", "I'm retarded" and "I hate you". It's just one of those things we do. But I'm getting sidetracked, lemme continue before I lose my point.
Wendy and I aren't fat by any standards. We've come close, but not there. I'd say we're both at a comfortable size 10 right now. I've dropped so much weight this past year, if I told you a year ago I was wearing an 18, you wouldn't believe me. But I was. Thing is, no pictures to prove it cuz (get ready for it) I'm too animated to be captured on film. Then or now, never really had to do with my weight. All right, back to the fat friends.
When Wendy and I were freshman, we lost the "freshman 15." And we looked damn good, might I add. We were dating and just enjoyin' life. Then, we started gaining weight. I packed on a HOT 75 pounds (good ol' DepoProvera--lesson learned. I'd rather have my period and some good drugs). Wendy gained about 20 pounds, but I'm not her scale. I finally got tired of the way things were going in '02, so I made some changes. I wasn't datig anyone, so I dropped the birth control. I started watching my diet and just being more ative in my own life and the weight began to melt off. My social life kicked into high gear when I worked for the cable company, so I was out and about so much I oft times forgot to eat. My mom passed in '03 and I moved back home to take care of some business. I saw Wendy almost everyday and we'd go somewhere to eat. We were regulars at the restaurants in Rockland and were running out of places to go to in the city. I not only ate with Wendy, I ate out with my aunt, Debbie and anyone else who wanted to take me somewhere.
Well, if you know anything about anything, you know that if all your do is eat food out at restaurants and sleep, you're gonna gain some weight. And I did, right alongside my best friend. I remember walking into her apartment one day and her mom asked (in the most sensitive way a Haitian CAN ask), "What happened to my sexy girls? Ya'll keep gaining weight." Laughing away our hurt feelings, we came back with, "That's what fat friends are for" and proceeded to go out to eat. NICE! Well, Wendy and I didn't speak for a few months and I guess we went through some changes. I guess we had to be away from each other to get the strength to lose some weight, I don't know.
So, for my New Year's resolution (how cliche is THAT), I promise promised myself I'd lose weight and look good for the summer. Not just lose weight, change my life. I wanted to look like a video ho. I joined a gym, got a personal trainer and started in on the salads. So far I've dropped about 50 pounds and have a goal to drop another 30 for good measure. Wendy's dropped about 30 pounds herself and we're turning into a mean pair of divas. We call each other everyday and exchange tips on diet and exercise and just try to be there for support, no matter what.
I really don't know the point of this blog, though I'm sure I had one when I started. Oh, got it!! Fat friends. I think Wendy and I bonded so much because we've been through a lot together, from pimples to boyfriends to weight gain and weight loss. Even when we're looking like supermodels, we will continue to meet up to go out to eat and talk about our loves and our lives. We will continue to call the outing "fat friends," cuz it's our term and we love it and it takes us to a place no one else can claim.
So here's to you, my bestest friend in the world, may we forever remain Fat Friends.
When I'm coming to town, my best friend and I have this EXACT conversation:
"Wendy, I wanna put you on call. I'm comin' to NY (insert random date here) and I may need a ride from the airport."
"Okay, which airport? Newark, isn't it? Why do you always fly into Newark?" Insert ramblings of work and class shedule and how much she hates Newark, then with a gasp, "You're coming, I'm so excited! What are you gonna cook? You gonna bake a poundcake? Or how about a peach cobbler? Yay, we get to be fat friends!"
You read right: fat friends. Fat is a word we toss around to take the sting away, like the n-word, I guess. If you talk to anyone in my circle, you'll catch us using any one of the following phrases: "I'm fat", "I'm a bitch", "I'm retarded" and "I hate you". It's just one of those things we do. But I'm getting sidetracked, lemme continue before I lose my point.
Wendy and I aren't fat by any standards. We've come close, but not there. I'd say we're both at a comfortable size 10 right now. I've dropped so much weight this past year, if I told you a year ago I was wearing an 18, you wouldn't believe me. But I was. Thing is, no pictures to prove it cuz (get ready for it) I'm too animated to be captured on film. Then or now, never really had to do with my weight. All right, back to the fat friends.
When Wendy and I were freshman, we lost the "freshman 15." And we looked damn good, might I add. We were dating and just enjoyin' life. Then, we started gaining weight. I packed on a HOT 75 pounds (good ol' DepoProvera--lesson learned. I'd rather have my period and some good drugs). Wendy gained about 20 pounds, but I'm not her scale. I finally got tired of the way things were going in '02, so I made some changes. I wasn't datig anyone, so I dropped the birth control. I started watching my diet and just being more ative in my own life and the weight began to melt off. My social life kicked into high gear when I worked for the cable company, so I was out and about so much I oft times forgot to eat. My mom passed in '03 and I moved back home to take care of some business. I saw Wendy almost everyday and we'd go somewhere to eat. We were regulars at the restaurants in Rockland and were running out of places to go to in the city. I not only ate with Wendy, I ate out with my aunt, Debbie and anyone else who wanted to take me somewhere.
Well, if you know anything about anything, you know that if all your do is eat food out at restaurants and sleep, you're gonna gain some weight. And I did, right alongside my best friend. I remember walking into her apartment one day and her mom asked (in the most sensitive way a Haitian CAN ask), "What happened to my sexy girls? Ya'll keep gaining weight." Laughing away our hurt feelings, we came back with, "That's what fat friends are for" and proceeded to go out to eat. NICE! Well, Wendy and I didn't speak for a few months and I guess we went through some changes. I guess we had to be away from each other to get the strength to lose some weight, I don't know.
So, for my New Year's resolution (how cliche is THAT), I promise promised myself I'd lose weight and look good for the summer. Not just lose weight, change my life. I wanted to look like a video ho. I joined a gym, got a personal trainer and started in on the salads. So far I've dropped about 50 pounds and have a goal to drop another 30 for good measure. Wendy's dropped about 30 pounds herself and we're turning into a mean pair of divas. We call each other everyday and exchange tips on diet and exercise and just try to be there for support, no matter what.
I really don't know the point of this blog, though I'm sure I had one when I started. Oh, got it!! Fat friends. I think Wendy and I bonded so much because we've been through a lot together, from pimples to boyfriends to weight gain and weight loss. Even when we're looking like supermodels, we will continue to meet up to go out to eat and talk about our loves and our lives. We will continue to call the outing "fat friends," cuz it's our term and we love it and it takes us to a place no one else can claim.
So here's to you, my bestest friend in the world, may we forever remain Fat Friends.
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