If you lined me and my cousins up in a row, we would look like this: 1110111. The round shape in the middle is me. at 5'2" and 116 lbs, I was the fat kid. Since that day, I have expanded my franchise, so to speak.
When I was a kid, I looked like a craft project made of pipe cleaners. Then at the age of about 11, just when you need a boost, I developed a little round stomach. I could guess what was in store for me by looking at mother and bubbe, both of whom were rotund and getting rotunder. I believed and did not want to believe that rotundity was inevitable. Everyone in the family helpfully suggested that I would look really great if I lost (choose one:) 5/10/15 lbs.
I fought the good fight for a long time. Diet, exercise. Exercise, diet. No fat, no carbs, walk fast, walk slow, lift heavy/light weights two/four days a week. Still, the numbers on the scale kept inching up.
I am not alone. Everyone I know is on a diet. And all these dieters are agreed that despite really cutting calories they are really not hungry.
For me, however, I find that when I am on a diet I really am hungry. Very hungry. Waking up in the middle of the night with gnawing hunger pains type hungry. Starving. Every day on a diet is a potential Yom Kippur.
Now here's the tough part. I could totally forget about diets and be comfortable just as I am, except that I don't stay as I am without watching what I eat, I just get fatter.
Heredity sure is a bitch.