Friday, June 11, 2010

The fat kid in the family

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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.






2 comments:

Carpe Jugulum said...

I'm lucky, i come from a slender family.

But as far as that photo goes.....AAAHHhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, nice.

(I mean that in a nice way too)

airforcewife said...

I have the same problem. Stupid genetics.

The boxing seems to be helping now, however.

And I will say this - I, like the cockroaches, was built to survive anything the world can throw at me. So when the revolution comes (to borrow the phrase), I'll still be around when all those who were able to maintain lovely figures so effortlessly fall by the wayside.

Or something.

Also, I'm horribly bitter about the whole thing. You may have noticed that. :)