everywhere there’s lots of piggies living piggie lives.
This is just something I wrote for the Holiday issue of the school newspaper. It probably won't even make it into the newspaper, but I wrote it. So I win.
you could have your resolution here!
(the unofficial editorial)
By Sarrah
The first time I made my New Year’s Resolution to lose weight, I hid the piece of paper I wrote it on under my bed so that my mother couldn’t find it and decide to actually hold me to it. The next time I made that same resolution was right before the Jewish New Year, as my Hebrew School teacher was reminding us to keep it “realistic.” I haven’t made a New Year’s Resolution since.
It seems that the origins of New Year’s Resolutions lie in Dr. Atkin’s diet books, and even those of his predecessors the cavemen, who, very conscious of health and body fat, told their wives after childbirth that, “Diet good, you fat bad.” Today’s society couldn’t agree more, but did you ever think about the times when being heavy, obese, or even a little pudgy was proportional to your wealth? Men were highly respected, and highly sought after (by men and women alike), if they set forth this aura of wealth and richness.
Whereas the caveman back in the day probably tried to stay thin so there was no extra baggage to carry when running from wooly mammoths, nobody today really tries to lose weight for health purposes, at least not on New Year’s Eve. Today you can go on Extreme Makeover, cry about how low of a self-image you have, and everybody loves your new look. So why do people do it? When I would make the resolution to lose weight, it was so that I could at least know that I cared enough about it to write it down, which was an optimistic look into a future that could possibly be blubber-less. Usually, though, it was on the list after a whole bunch of other beauty-pageant-sounding resolutions-you know, like: “World Peace,” “More Faux Fur!,” and maybe even the occasional “rubbing out of people who think we’re airheads.” But I digress.
As opposed to hating how you look, and figuring that starving yourself is the only way to go about it, try to have healthy habits. Don’t eat late at night, and don’t drink orange juice after you’ve just brushed your teeth. Trust me, it tastes horrible.
Happy Holidays, and a diet-less, but healthy-habit-full New Year!
you could have your resolution here!
(the unofficial editorial)
By Sarrah
The first time I made my New Year’s Resolution to lose weight, I hid the piece of paper I wrote it on under my bed so that my mother couldn’t find it and decide to actually hold me to it. The next time I made that same resolution was right before the Jewish New Year, as my Hebrew School teacher was reminding us to keep it “realistic.” I haven’t made a New Year’s Resolution since.
It seems that the origins of New Year’s Resolutions lie in Dr. Atkin’s diet books, and even those of his predecessors the cavemen, who, very conscious of health and body fat, told their wives after childbirth that, “Diet good, you fat bad.” Today’s society couldn’t agree more, but did you ever think about the times when being heavy, obese, or even a little pudgy was proportional to your wealth? Men were highly respected, and highly sought after (by men and women alike), if they set forth this aura of wealth and richness.
Whereas the caveman back in the day probably tried to stay thin so there was no extra baggage to carry when running from wooly mammoths, nobody today really tries to lose weight for health purposes, at least not on New Year’s Eve. Today you can go on Extreme Makeover, cry about how low of a self-image you have, and everybody loves your new look. So why do people do it? When I would make the resolution to lose weight, it was so that I could at least know that I cared enough about it to write it down, which was an optimistic look into a future that could possibly be blubber-less. Usually, though, it was on the list after a whole bunch of other beauty-pageant-sounding resolutions-you know, like: “World Peace,” “More Faux Fur!,” and maybe even the occasional “rubbing out of people who think we’re airheads.” But I digress.
As opposed to hating how you look, and figuring that starving yourself is the only way to go about it, try to have healthy habits. Don’t eat late at night, and don’t drink orange juice after you’ve just brushed your teeth. Trust me, it tastes horrible.
Happy Holidays, and a diet-less, but healthy-habit-full New Year!