Carnie Wilson and Fat Thoughts
How do you know when it's time to go on a diet? When you step on a scale and realize you're 10 or 20 pounds heavier than you were last time?
When not a single article of clothing fits you anymore? And do you (a) wait till you're busting out of your regular clothes, or (b) busting out of the "fat clothes" you should've thrown out the last time you lost weight?
When your beloved jokingly refers to you as "Chunkabutt"? Okay, I didn't kill him cuz it's a pretty funny term. Besides, we've been lovingly insulting each other for 30 years. Why stop now?
As someone who's battled a weight problem my entire adult life (I was once a size 20) I am not entirely without compassion when it comes to Carnie Wilson. Losing weight is hard. Keeping it off is worse and you gotta work at it...like every day for the rest of your life.
But to weigh over 300 pounds, undergo major and potentially dangerous surgery (I wonder if people realize the risk they're taking when they undergo a gastric bypass; you can have horrendous complications and yes, even die) and drop down to an amazing 146 lbs, and yes, look terrific--and then allow your weight to creep back up to 208? Don't you see this coming? It's not like you wake up one day and you're suddenly 60 lbs heavier. Carnie: Hello, do you even own a scale?
This is what I totally don't get: OK, say you weigh 146. One day you weigh yourself and see you're up to 150, or 160, or even 170 (which is pushing because, dude, that doesn't happen overnight). Shouldn't that be the time to take some action? I mean, clearly your clothes don't fit anymore.
So now Carnie's all over the media again, announcing she's on a diet and *gasp* dropped 15 lbs, never mind that she already risked her life under the knife and you'd think that alone would make her more cautious that the average person.
This may sound funny coming from a nurse--who does not believe all overweight people are unhealthy--but I have a lot more respect for people who, yes, are fat, they know they're fat, and they're perfect happy that way. Who wants to spend your entire life worrying about every single bite of food you put in your mouth? Who wants to live that way? If you're destined to be fat, as some people may be, then just be fat and be happy and shut up about it already. And if you don't want to gain all that poundage back, then spring for a bathroom scale and try getting on it once in a while.
BTW, anyone else notice that the cutest clothes in the world are designed for either very tiny women, i.e. size 0 to 6, or for larger women, sizes greater than 20? I am dead serious about this. If you're "average" sized (and you live in Ohio, anyway) you're screwed in the fashion department (not that I can say "Ohio" and "fashion" in the same sentence and keep a straight face). I can't tell you how many times I've breezed through a department store and squealed to a halt at the sight of something absolutely stunning--only to find out the smallest size is a 2X.
Any thoughts?
When not a single article of clothing fits you anymore? And do you (a) wait till you're busting out of your regular clothes, or (b) busting out of the "fat clothes" you should've thrown out the last time you lost weight?
When your beloved jokingly refers to you as "Chunkabutt"? Okay, I didn't kill him cuz it's a pretty funny term. Besides, we've been lovingly insulting each other for 30 years. Why stop now?
As someone who's battled a weight problem my entire adult life (I was once a size 20) I am not entirely without compassion when it comes to Carnie Wilson. Losing weight is hard. Keeping it off is worse and you gotta work at it...like every day for the rest of your life.
But to weigh over 300 pounds, undergo major and potentially dangerous surgery (I wonder if people realize the risk they're taking when they undergo a gastric bypass; you can have horrendous complications and yes, even die) and drop down to an amazing 146 lbs, and yes, look terrific--and then allow your weight to creep back up to 208? Don't you see this coming? It's not like you wake up one day and you're suddenly 60 lbs heavier. Carnie: Hello, do you even own a scale?
This is what I totally don't get: OK, say you weigh 146. One day you weigh yourself and see you're up to 150, or 160, or even 170 (which is pushing because, dude, that doesn't happen overnight). Shouldn't that be the time to take some action? I mean, clearly your clothes don't fit anymore.
So now Carnie's all over the media again, announcing she's on a diet and *gasp* dropped 15 lbs, never mind that she already risked her life under the knife and you'd think that alone would make her more cautious that the average person.
This may sound funny coming from a nurse--who does not believe all overweight people are unhealthy--but I have a lot more respect for people who, yes, are fat, they know they're fat, and they're perfect happy that way. Who wants to spend your entire life worrying about every single bite of food you put in your mouth? Who wants to live that way? If you're destined to be fat, as some people may be, then just be fat and be happy and shut up about it already. And if you don't want to gain all that poundage back, then spring for a bathroom scale and try getting on it once in a while.
BTW, anyone else notice that the cutest clothes in the world are designed for either very tiny women, i.e. size 0 to 6, or for larger women, sizes greater than 20? I am dead serious about this. If you're "average" sized (and you live in Ohio, anyway) you're screwed in the fashion department (not that I can say "Ohio" and "fashion" in the same sentence and keep a straight face). I can't tell you how many times I've breezed through a department store and squealed to a halt at the sight of something absolutely stunning--only to find out the smallest size is a 2X.
Any thoughts?