A few weeks ago I realized I have gained some weight. A few pounds, no Biggy, probably cause by over stress, things here in the south are not good. The thing is, I’m really short. REALY. So, that extra pounds meant that my jeans didn´t feet. My bros didn´t hold my boobs. My coat's buttons didn´t close (here in south America is winter). One option was to buy new cloth. The other, the obvious one, was to lose the extra weight.
I decided, not thrilled, that I have to start a diet plan. A lot of salad, whole grain bread and fruit. I have to left out of my meals all the candy, potatoes in all forms, cookies, ice-cream… all the good (and unhealthy) stuff. At first I thought it was impossible for me to diet while dealing with the stress of my working-like-mad-middle-class life. -Now is not the time to impose more privations, I told myself. I should give myself a slack. But then, in the morning I tried to fit in my jeans and it was nearly impossible. Fuck, I thought. I have to do something.
Diet, then.
It was not that hard, actually.
Uncomfortable, yes. But I didn´t cheat (remember, the jeans don´t lie) and in a few weeks I was already in my usual healthy weight. Let´s make something clear: I’m not a skinny person. I´m chubby all over, buy healthy. I know that for me to be slim I’d have to change my entire way of life, and I really believe it´s not worth it. I like my mummy shape.
What is it that I want to say with this? Being fat is not a disease. Cancer is a disease. Obesity is not a condition. Or not a systemic one, because it is only the result of people overeating. STOP eating junk and you will lose weight, is that simple.
Obese people didn´t just over eat once, or twice, they keep on eating that much calories every day. If not, they would have lost some weight! You can´t be 300 pounds eating 2000 (1500 if you are a woman) calories a day, like any regular person should (and could). It desn´t matter if ONE day you lost track. The everyday behavior is what matters.
I know, you will tell me that life with no tasty food is not worth it. Ok, you are right. And I assure you that after this stress time I've eaten everything I wanted. Even Mc Donald’s. How? Now and again I went to Mc Donald´s and bought a Happy Meal. I save the toy for my kid and eat the food. Because that´s the amount of food that my body needs. Eating a whole combo myself means overeating. I eat croissants (one), I eat ice-cream. Not the whole thing. Just a few spoonful. I eat everything in the right amount, let’s not forget I’m tiny.
Yes, right, you will tell me that you CAN´T seem to stop. Then you should really find help. Not a support group. If you can´t stop doing something harmful for yourself you should start thinking about therapy, at least. Medication, probably. Other people that can´t stop doing harmful things are rapists, child molesters, heroine addicts, do you really think NOW that you cant stop? STOP eating.
Of course, of course. Rape is a felony and you are not doing anything wrong… except you are. TO YOURSELF.
Press media and general opinion today will tell you that being fat is ok. They will convince you to keep on eating garbage because if you are a good person and ´beautiful´ in the inside what you look like doesn´t matter. BULLSHIT. A person that can´t hold themselves in front of a cake is not beautiful in anyway, that person needs help, that person is in deep trouble. Your body is a reflection of you, you look exactly the same as you are inside, and if you can´t being in charge of your compulsions, it will show eventually. Take responsibility for your actions. If you are fat, it´s because you did eat a lot more than you needed to. And you ARE KEEP ON DOING IT.
There is once show I liked a lot. This is Us. I loved everything about it, except this character, Kate. She is obese. REALLY obese. She´s is probably not menstruating and is not able, to get pregnant. That, for a 30 years old woman is a lot to say. In the first chapters, she decided that she wanted to lose all the weight, and determined to do it, she joins a weight control group, where she meets a fat boy that soon will become her boyfriend. The relationships goes forward until he almost dies because of a heart condition (made worst because of the obesity) and as he survives, they decide to get marry. By this point, she hasn´t lost any weight (even dough she is supposedly in a strict diet) and she starts to believe that fatness defines her. He doesn´t want to diet, so she finds it difficult to continue alone with the meal plan. In that point, she is having sex (a thing she never thought will happen to her) engaged to a good boy and in love. She is obese, but happy. She wants nothing more, because he loves her as she is.
FUCK IT. IS NOT REAL!!!
She won’t be able to get pregnant, he will die at 40 of heart failure. They will have sex a few more times, until they realize they have so few position options (that considering both of them are lucky enough to survive the heat stress) that it gets boring pretty soon. That´s not life. Her fatness doesn´t define her. It´s only a problem she has to find the courage to deal with.
People, let´s diet. Close your mouth and try it. It might be easier than you think.!
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