Self-righteously yours.

Felt a little guilty this morning after writing that entry, but the computer was off and so there was no updating. I felt like I was some self-righteous bitch - the sort of Weight Watchers leader that publically berates people when they gain a pound.

I wasn’t specifically talking about all women, or all overweight women, or all skinny women. I was talking about people who are not happy with their weight, who declare they cannot see why they can’t lose a pound, all the while chomping down Snickers bars. I think a lot of my angry angst toward this group of women is really the leftover annoyance from an old friend I’m no longer in contact with. She was a big girl, and I thought she was lovely as she was. I do like a bit of curve.

Anyway, that’s off the point. To swerve back to it, this woman essentially abused her body in order to lose weight. She took bizarre medications, swallowed oils designed to not let her intestines/stomach/whatever digest what she was eating, etc. She bought self-hypnotising books, maternity jeans, and always made jokes or tantrums about her weight. All the while, she ate like a motherfucker. On one particular day, she had two McDonald’s breakfasts, some Starbuck’s drink and three cookies, a Burger King burger thing as a snack, chinese noodles for lunch, a falafel wrap snack, and then a giant pizza for dinner. Now, if you want to eat this way, do it.

Just do not do it in front of me if you will spend the entire eight hours telling me how carefully you watch what you eat and cannot understand why you not only seem to be not losing weight, but you are actually gaining it.

Because, well, god. 

I am all about the self-awareness. I know how I got very heavy, and I know how I managed to slough off the weight I did. I also am aware why I have not lost any more weight. It’s not rocket science. You eat less and move more, and you lose weight. Or you just decide to love who you are, eat what you wanna eat, and leave it be. You can’t have your cake and lose weight too, I guess that’s what I’m saying. And by cake, I don’t mean a slice - I mean 27 cakes piled high with frosted little men visiting frosted little fast food places.

Also, I am reading Fast Food Nation at the minute and loving every second of it. Thus far, I would say I never want the book to end, and that I am enjoying it as much as I’ve ever enjoyed any book. Clearly this is the season of my angry, feminist, vegan, hippy energy. I apologise if it fucks you off, but really, what harm is there in trying to be right-on like you’re leading a protest march every day of the week? A little social exclusion due to placard wearing never did anyone any harm.

Oh. And something else that’s honest? I’m afraid that it will be really easy to just fuck this whole thinner weight thing up. I’m going to go write some concrete goals on the WWL page (see link on right).

Love to you, and your momma too.

Tags: weight loss, weight watchers, eating, food