It got me thinking about whether I feel compelled to be thin because of being hitched to The Viking. My immediate reaction was no, but when I think about it, probably. Who wants to be chubby when their partner can crack nuts with their bum? Who wants to go to the game every week and be the “fat” wife? It’s not a pressure that has been applied to me by anyone else, I’ve applied it myself.
But, and here is my saving grace, I don’t care enough for it to make me any thinner. The time when I was in the best shape was when I was rowing, attempting to make it into the squad for Henley (before having to leave because The Viking signed a contact at a new club and missing out anyway). The motivation came from competing, not a desire to be thin. When losing weight is my only goal, there is no motivation. I’m definitely not the thinnest WAG I know, at a size 10 I’m probably one of the bigger ones, but that probably just means that the world of WAGs is unique in that respect.
Having The Dudes was definitely the changing point and being surrounded by super thin wives probably just accentuated it. Before, I didn’t even know how much I weighed, it was more than I do now, but I felt good anyway. Now, I know how much I weigh and how much it fluctuates at different points in the day and I am constantly aware of it.
It’s nobody else’s fault but my own, it has had some benefits in that it has driven me to be a healthier and fitter person, but I have allowed it to drive me a little bonkers. I read another post tonight which reflects the way I wish I thought about weight, how I will try from now on to think about my weight.
Operation WAGtastic is now not about those size 8 jeans, but about feeling happy in my size 10s.