Visuals... scary scary visuals.

Two computer generated images of yours truly. One at my earlier weight of 117 pounds and one at my peak weight of 165.... I put both of them in the same outfit to make comparison easier. This is definitely a Fat Kate outfit.

This is roughly what I looked like at 117 pounds.
Total babe... I would not have been wearing leggings as pants.
Back then my jeans still fit and I would not have been caught dead wearing tights as pants.
Tights are not pants.
Unless you are Fat Kate.

Me at 165. Although my boobs were waaaay bigger!
Also I did not carry it quite so well, I definitely looked much less firm.
I was pretty damn jiggly at that weight.
So jiggly that I felt my thighs vibrate when I walked.
I hated that feeling.
Not just because it meant I was fat.
It felt really weird and uncomfortable.
Like how nails on a chalkboard are for ears is what vibrating flesh is like to thighs?
Icky.

Hi Kate

 So, hi.

I am blogging because a few years ago I realized I had become fat.

This really freaked me out.

I had never been fat. Never thin, but NEVER fat.

I was always cute, small waist large chest... some jiggle to my thighs, but nothing that couldn't be hidden with denim.

How I was able to bury my head in the sand while I grew from a size 4 (American sizing) to a 6 to an 8 to (gulp) a 10.

A size 10 is not big for most women, but I am barely 5 feet tall with a small frame. I weighed 165 pounds. One Hundred and Sixty-five pounds. It was only two years before that I had weighed in at around 117 pounds.

When I could finally face what had become of my body I panicked, I could no longer hide from myself behind sweatpants and "healthy" over eating. My stomach rolled over my my hip bones. I was disgusting.

After many nights of tears I decided that I needed to buck up and do something about it.