Fatty 2 Fitty

There I was overweight once again and severely lacking in confidence when a job offer came my way, Oh no I’m too fat what will my colleagues say about me what about the public I will be serving they’ll just judge me what so I do ……

I had no other option but to accept and so I began my first full time job in a big brand retail shop, I have various duties from serving on the tills to stocking shelves etc. I worked there for about a year during which time I had been on various different diets and plans. The only thing that kept me from really losing the run of myself was that I still rode my horses but then again I ate and drank enough to outdo any good work the small amount of exercise I got from them.
The time came to move on from the retail shop and a friend of mine has said they were looking for new people at the company where she worked she told me to hand in the aul C.V “and sure see what happens”. So I did. I got a call did an interview over the phone and was then asked to come into the office for a face to face interview. Oh god face to face !!! They will see that Im obese they surely won’t offer me the job because of my weight. At this point I had actually lost a couple of stone but in my mind that was not the case. I remember being sick to my stomach all morning before the interview knowing the judgement that was about to occur. I went in and was greeted very warmly by the receptionist who exchanged friendly banter with me for a few minutes before ushering me to a little room to fill out some paper work. I always had the façade of being the big bubbly girl and that must have been what he picked up also because when he came he kind of whispered I have a good feeling about you and winked at me before heading back out the door.
To be fair to him this kind of put me at ease and I carried out the interview with two ladies who were dressed to professional perfection with tiny slim figures and I spent the whole time trying to push the thoughts of what they must be saying about me to the back of my mind. It must have gone well because a few day later I got a call to say I got the job and I will be starting my training in 2 weeks. Happy days! But wait I’m fat and there will be lots of people there to talk about me. Again bear in mind I was nowhere my heaviest at this point, as stated previously I had lost a bit of weight, and if given the choice I would happily take being that weight again but at the time you don’t realise I guess its true hindsight is 20/20.
So my first day came around and I had made myself sick with worry about walking into a new place with so many new people. I checked in at reception and was ushered to a room where a number of other people were waiting. Everyone was chit chatting but I just stood stock still barely lifting my head to look at anyone. Members from HR came in and went through bits and pieces of paperwork and employee procedures. And then in through the door comes the trainer….Oh he seems nice!
Over the 2 weeks of induction training I made a few friends and developed a little crush on the trainer. Not that he would be interesting in old fucking fatty bum bum here but there’s no harm in quietly admiring him from a far right. Most of the group passed training and ended up being place on their own little teams some of us ended up on the same team but mostly we were split up. To celebrate passing our training the class arranged to go out on the last Friday of training, oh god I nearly had a stroke where I stood what will I wear??? A circus tent to go around my fat arse? Maybe a loan of a parachute from the local airport. I finally rooted something out and managed to feel some semblance of comfort but not really. A few of us met beforehand for a couple of pre drinks and proceed to join the rest at the local bar. I did wonder to myself if the trainer was coming out but dare not say it out loud in case people found out my secret little crush. Then the door opened and in he walks!
Surely he wont be talking to me tonight anyway why would he sure he wouldn’t be interested in a mess like me? However he seemed to be heading right for me in that very moment and I had to take a quick look behind me in case his course was meant for someone else. But it wasn’t oh my god what do I do? suck in your fucking stomach quick!....