Aaarrgghh!! a.ka. Gadget-schmadget part deux, Hello Fatty encore
March 15, 2015 Babe 0 Comments
Are you doing the same slightly obsessed sad thing? Are you eating something really unhealthy, like Nutella out of a jar, while filling in your food diary on myfitnesspal? Are you calorie counting “live”…after hastily gobbling two apples, cheese and chutney, just to see how much damage some chocolate spread is going to cause? And it’s only 3 in the afternoon and 6,000 steps to go!!
Ok, it’s not a great day-my greasy hair is plastered in my forehead, I haven’t had a wash as am contemplating the gym (damn the Garmin!), I’ve had two cups of tea, a boiled egg, 10 almonds…you catch my drift. At uni, this would be just another Sunday of bad eating and slow learning. But I manage to close the jar and put it back in the fridge, an act requiring herculean will power, only to be rewarded but the faint memory of eating some yogurt with raisins earlier and am now left with the prospect of a broccoli for dinner if I’m going to have any success with this diet. There I said it, the D word!
It’s high school all over again. I was a happy chubby to fat child, whose greatest loves in life were food and Sanrio until I was browbeaten, bullied into loosing weight. And I did it ’cause at 17, the body works in mysterious ways. My life however has never been the same since; once you start seeing a thinner version of yourself, you can never go back to being the jolly chubby kid with the shirt always tucked out. The diets, disappointments, disillusions…I hovered between 51 and 69 kg in the span of 20 years, equally unhappy at both ends!
Once bitten, twice…oh just bring it on! Always a new diet, machine and now App (damn the Apps!!) to keep people chain-balled to their bruised self image. There are no happy endings here of finding the confidence to just get on; one week it was BMI for Asian women (borderline), the other was ideal weight for height AND frame (not quite there yet chubs), last week was waist vs. hip ration (hello cardiovascular disease?) and this week was body fat percentage (24, 25, 26%, who cares already!!…incidentally useless husband is within the athletic range re body fat, or absence of- whoooarr, go UH!).
Okay, it’s pathetic, I’m really not fat, I’m actually more or less the right weight for my height and frame with a few parts to spare in the usual places. I won’t be showing off no six pack and will have to be smart in clothing choice. I can just about pull a bikini off if I’m not going to be eating for the day and was recently able to fit into all my jeans bought between 2006-2012. I am married to Antwerp’s best cat whisperer (please excuse the status dropping at every opportunity), I have a job I love and projects ranging from on-line courses I can never keep up with (academia is overrated), this blog and a condo to work on worthy of House and Home.
So I’m going to have a wash and stop whingeing. Athletic UH is incidentally wearing his spanking new shirt, looking quite dapper (for a small town in Thailand), reading his paper at the coffee shop after the shopping run. He’s the clever one in this relationship so I’ve always known.
Happy Sunday!
P.S: I apologise for the use of, you know…oh I don’t know, I didn’t think I was going to have pics of women in very little clothing when I started this blog. I didn’t think I was that kind of operation.
P.P.S: The braver, more honest thing was to put a photo of myself in not a lot of clothing but that could be traumatic for some and I’m not that kind of operation either. [Hence, chapeau chapeau to the very brave unbrave girl, inspiring all scaredey cats like me (http://www.unbravegirl.com/2013/04/being-honest-on-the-internet/)]
P.P.P.S: Okay, am not a complete sad case today. Did an outdoor run and clocked over 11,000 steps. Made a Nigella choc honey cake, with much reduction in sugar and treated myself to licking the spatula, crumbs…and a bite of the final product, sauce and all. Diet? Diet, schmiet, UH loves the cake and tomorrow is another day!