The fat people: do all the things! Part Two

I’ve been slacking, I know.  Life gets in the way – you know how it is, and before you know it a month has passed.

So, a quick recap.  The awesome body advocate Jess Baker (The Militant Baker) wrote a book which I encourage you all to read.  She is inspiring in every way, and her handbook for unapologetic living sets challenges encouraging you do things that society have decided that fat people should avoid.  As a fat person myself, I say game on!

#2  Swing

* I did this challenge and I really enjoyed it.  It was a beautiful Tuscon day, and I walked to a nearby park for some swinging.  It’s fucking awesome to see how high you can get.  Did the swing set break?  Not even slightly.
Your challenge: Find a swing set near you.  Anyone (there are no size exclusions) can join in.  Bring a pillow for comfort if needed, because let’s be real: That plastic isn’t cosy.

Ok.  I can do that. I try to think of the last time I went on a swing and went for it, going as high I could go, and I can see it clearly.  My daughter was a few months old, and my husband and I were stuck in the ‘why won’t she stop crying?’ stage.  Little did we know that that stage would last a WHOLE lot longer.  We had bundled her into the pram, grabbed the dogs, and walked as quickly as we could to the park, in the hope that the bumpy ride would if not send her to sleep, then calm her down. By the time we got there, she was quiet, and my husband went off to throw sticks for the dogs. I perched on the swing and started to move, giving it all I had, feeling the air rush past me, blowing the cobwebs away, and clearing my head of the having-a-newborn-baby fog.  That was nearly 4 years ago.

The last time I went to swing, was last Summer in a busy park, but as soon as I sat down, it was obvious that my bottom didn’t really fit, and I stood up again, pretending that I had changed my mind.

So a couple of weeks ago, on a bitterly cold day, the kids were bickering, and Mr TDF and I were going cross eyed with the the noise, so we decided to wrap up and get out.  Once at the park, my daughter was encouraging me to get on the swing, and I had one of those’why not?’ moments.  I squeezed my big bottom onto the too-small-swingseat, and pushed off.  Giving it all I had, I went higher and higher, feeling refreshed, exhilarated and revitalised.  And do you know what?  The swing didn’t even creak.

My daughter and I have started walking home from pre-school via the park, and every day I have got on the swing.  My girl loves it, and we giggle together.  Why on earth would I deny myself of this?  Not anymore.

*Taken from Jes Baker’s Things No One Will Tell Fat Girls

2018-01-22T14:38:57+00:00 January 31st, 2015|Everything Else, Mental Health|0 Comments

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