Why are they always men?
More to the point, why can't they be me? I'm talking about the people who eat and eat and never put on an ounce! Some of us, myself included, can put on weight by walking past a cake shop! Then you get these people, and face it, they usually are men, who munch their way through the day and put on not even an ounce from one years end to the next.
What kind of sense of humour does our Goddess have that she makes this type of a mockery of us? I wouldn't min too much if it weren't for the fact that all the beautiful clothes I see in the shops are made for slim women who stand at least seven foot tall.
I'm not fat, well, not that you'd tell at a glance, but if you were to put my stats into any of the BMI converters on the web you'd find I'm obese. I don't buy that for a second! Yes, I'll agree I'm over weight. Yes I'll concede that I need to take care before it all gets out of hand, but there is absolutely no way in this world or any other that I can possibly be classed as obese! But I am. Four different websites have told me so, it must be true.
How I work it is, my body tells me what is and what's not. My body has told me all my life that I'm short. That I can't do anything about, so I accept that. However, from time to time, my body screams FATTY! and rejects fattening food. No, seriously, I go right off things like chocolate and cake and end up eating just half the amounts that I normally eat. Oh and I'll crave salad. Then there are times when I've been sitting around doing very little for weeks and weeks and my body, all by itself, with no help from me, I swear, gets up and starts exercising. Usually yoga or walking, but it's almost like I'm possessed!
All these wonderful fail safe mechanisms, you'd think that I'd be a skinny little wench wouldn't you? It just doesn't work that way, and it's the scales I blame. I go through these cycles of mad crazed health freak and make the mistake of jumping on the scales a few weeks later, the scales say "hey, looking good. Have you lost weight?" and my brain says "Oh, you're right, I'm fading away to a mere shadow of my former self, better rectify that." Urgh!
So it all starts again.
More to the point, why can't they be me? I'm talking about the people who eat and eat and never put on an ounce! Some of us, myself included, can put on weight by walking past a cake shop! Then you get these people, and face it, they usually are men, who munch their way through the day and put on not even an ounce from one years end to the next.
What kind of sense of humour does our Goddess have that she makes this type of a mockery of us? I wouldn't min too much if it weren't for the fact that all the beautiful clothes I see in the shops are made for slim women who stand at least seven foot tall.
I'm not fat, well, not that you'd tell at a glance, but if you were to put my stats into any of the BMI converters on the web you'd find I'm obese. I don't buy that for a second! Yes, I'll agree I'm over weight. Yes I'll concede that I need to take care before it all gets out of hand, but there is absolutely no way in this world or any other that I can possibly be classed as obese! But I am. Four different websites have told me so, it must be true.
How I work it is, my body tells me what is and what's not. My body has told me all my life that I'm short. That I can't do anything about, so I accept that. However, from time to time, my body screams FATTY! and rejects fattening food. No, seriously, I go right off things like chocolate and cake and end up eating just half the amounts that I normally eat. Oh and I'll crave salad. Then there are times when I've been sitting around doing very little for weeks and weeks and my body, all by itself, with no help from me, I swear, gets up and starts exercising. Usually yoga or walking, but it's almost like I'm possessed!
All these wonderful fail safe mechanisms, you'd think that I'd be a skinny little wench wouldn't you? It just doesn't work that way, and it's the scales I blame. I go through these cycles of mad crazed health freak and make the mistake of jumping on the scales a few weeks later, the scales say "hey, looking good. Have you lost weight?" and my brain says "Oh, you're right, I'm fading away to a mere shadow of my former self, better rectify that." Urgh!
So it all starts again.
posted by OumaHexi at 5:26 AM
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