My mom called me fat

Well, okay, she didn’t use those exact words, but my mom called me fat – technically.

The story

About three weeks ago, I put on a pair of shorts that didn’t quite fit as I remembered, but they still fit (aka, I could still get into them).

I wanted to show my mom a new top that I bought the previous day, so I made my way to the living room to show her what it looks like on me.

Immediately I saw her gaze turn to my thighs and the shorts, which were a bit tight.

She looked me in the eye and said, “Honey, you need to lose some weight.”

She was surprised, nay, dumbfounded that I was upset about her comment.

Yes, I had put on a bit of weight during the lockdown, who didn’t (if you didn’t, then I don’t want to hear about it).

It wasn’t a dramatic weight gain, about 5 to 7 kilograms at most, but it’s the centimetres that screwed me over, and all the fat goes to my ass and thighs.

What to do?

Usually, I wouldn’t mind those kinds of comments, but I was struggling to fit into most of my pants. And since I don’t have money to buy a new wardrobe, I decided to lose a bit of weight.

I already exercise almost every day, so that part is fine, it’s the eating part that’s difficult. I love sugar and food in general. If it contains carbs and sugar, I probably love it. No amount of exercise can keep up with my eating habits.

The main thing for me was to lose fat and replace it with lean muscle.

I used Mannatech’s OsoLean. It’s super pure whey protein, so that helps on the protein front. The product also includes a suggested diet (actually just suggested portions from the different food groups).

I started it about two weeks ago, and I fit into most of my jeans again (although I still have a long way to go).

What’s interesting is that I didn’t consciously cut out any food groups or sugars. I’m so focused on eating all the fruits and vegetables and so on, that I’m too full to eat sugary things (mostly).

I’m also focusing on doing 10 000 steps a day and drinking at least two litres water every day.


To sum up, here in South Africa we don’t need Thanksgiving for family members to make mean comments about our appearance.

Are you on a diet at the moment? How is it going? Let me know in the comments.



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My mom called me fat