Hive, it’s time to get a little bit serious”¦
I’m a small girl, height-wise. I’m sure I’ve mentioned it before, but I’m only 5’0”³. My fiancé towers over me at 6’0”³. He loves how short I am (and generally just”¦loves me <3 ). I quite like my height, having gotten used to it over the years. Although being short can be a little bit annoying when you’re trying to watch a concert (“Oh look, all I see is”¦the head of the taller person in front of me”¦”), it’s been pretty good being short.
Unfortunately, I’m short and quite big (read: fat”¦I’m not going to pull my punches here). The thinnest I’ve been was during my karate days, and because those were the days of “DON’T YOU DARE TAKE A PICTURE OF ME WITH THAT CAMERA,” I don’t have any photos of me when I was that thin. I do have some photos of me during a thinner stage of my life, but as I was overly conscious about my body size, most of them have me SWATHED in big jumpers and two-sizes-too-big pants.
Yeah”¦I wasn’t very happy with my fashion choices back then.
Anyway, I’ve struggled with my weight over the years, and being Asian, the idea is that you need to be THIN to be beautiful. I’m not talking Jennifer-Lawrence-healthy thin, nor am I talking J.Lo/Beyoncé-curves thin. I’m talking wow-you-look-like-a-Popsicle-stick thin.
An example of typical Asian fashion and thin-ness. I guarantee that if you go to Hong Kong or any other Asian country, the size “Large” will actually be a size “Small” in Anglo sizing. / Image via We Heart It
But you see, I’m not “typically Asian sized.” Yes, I am short, but I have curves. My body size is basically petite, short, and curvy. I love that I have curves, I love that my natural body size is petite, but unfortunately, 99.99999% of my family does not.
I’ve been pestered to lose weight by so many relatives. For example, one of my uncles told me to eat cabbage soup for a month because his daughter did it and lost so much weight (I didn’t—I just stared at him like he was crazy). Another example: At a party a family friend stared at me ashamedly as I plucked up a piece of cake. He shook his head and was visibly offended that I was eating a piece of cake.
Well, buddy, you weren’t so thin yourself.
Now that I’m engaged, one of the first port-of-calls from a number of people when talking to me about the wedding has been, “Are you going to lose some weight?” Though it annoyed me, they had a point. Ever since I started dating Mr. Big, I had gained a lot of weight and I was at my heaviest. I hated my body, felt like crap, and wanted to lose weight. Unfortunately, I found it hard to motivate myself on my own and basically stayed at that weight for the first six months of our engagement.
On the Milford Track, c. January 2013. God that track was a bitch to walk”¦ / Personal photo
Finally, the year 2013 struck and I was determined to do some weight loss.
Mr. Big also wanted to lose some weight and we started a regime. It first involved lots and lots of walks, which were fun, but as time wore on, the weight loss (for me, anyway) stopped. So we had to switch it up. We searched for a gym and found a reasonably priced one. A gym membership later, we were doing cardio work for the majority of it. However, our gym was AWESOME and gave us a free gym program. After two months, I’d lost about eight kilograms.
And it kept decreasing.
The evolution of a big Miss Big to a littler Miss Big. From left to right, top row: At Marlborough, New Zealand, visiting the wineries, c. January 2013; in front of the Wentworth Falls (or a section of it), c. March 2013; posing in our Steampunk duds for GM Cthulu’s wedding reception, c. June 2013. Bottom Row: posing in the Christchurch Cathedral Square, New Zealand, c. July 2013; drinking a delicious Cabrito coffee at Circular Quay just before a trip to Melbourne, c. August 2013; making a stupid face at Mama Bighorn’s birthday dinner in Cocklebay Wharf, Darling Harbour, c. November 2013.
I don’t think I’m going to get to my primary weight goal, but hopefully I’ll get to my secondary weight goal.
And no, I don’t intend to get Popsicle thin! That just wouldn’t suit my body type.
As for Mr. Big, he’s lost a whopping 20 kilograms since we started this venture. He looks significantly different to what he did in the beginning of the year. Let me show you a three-picture-progression:
The evolution of a big Mr. Big to a smaller Mr. Big. From left to right: Mr. Big in front of the Auckland Museum, c. January 2013; Mr. Big and me during our engagement photo shoot, photography by Studio Something; Mr. Big, looking cute, at my Mama Bighorn’s birthday dinner, c. November 2013.
We hope to continue losing weight after the wedding is done and dusted through both regular exercise and just eating the right foods. We’re happy with our progress so far, and we’re looking forward to more progress in the future!
Did anyone else struggle with weight before the wedding? Who else has used their wedding as a catalyst to lead a better lifestyle?
(All images personal unless otherwise stated)
- Sydney, NSW, Australia
- Postgraduate Student & Aspiring Writer
- Wedding Date:
- February 2014
- The Hunter Valley Gardens & Tamburlaine Organic Wines