The set point theory refers to the b0dy's desire to keep itself at a certain weight - a kind-of thermostat for fat control. Some are set high and some are set low. Guess which level mine is set at? Now, I appreciate my bodies determination to keep me from dying out in a famine but as I don't see convenience stores drying up any time soon, food is pretty much available 24 hours a day. Which leads me to my own theory, the "born in the wrong time period" theory. I am becoming a firm believer. In the mid 1800's, the pear shape was considered beautiful. The ideal woman was "curvy with big hips". Surely I should have been born then....in the curvy big hip period. No...instead I was born to the modern day anorexic period. So unfair. Since time travel seems to be a few years away, I am doing my best to adjust. When Quantum Leap becomes reality, though, I'm on the first ship out of here.
It's not that I don't love my curves. I just wish there weren't so much of them. If you could make me a two dimensional picture, grab the upper corner, and just crop it in just a tad, I would feel great! Or...take that same picture, grab the upper middle and pull up to make me taller...all would be well. I am however, a 5'4" woman...with curves...and a weight that rivals a high school line backer. You do the math - currently, I'm not even really a pear...more like a rectangle. I gave up yoga when I looked in the mirror at everyone doing a "table"....I looked more like an ottoman. Does this mean that I don't love myself - absolutely not. I actually like myself pretty well. I just wish I could like less of me.
I am on Weight Watchers right now. I'm 18 pounds down. Hurray! With_____more to go. With my body fighting me every inch of the way. In the greater scheme of things, however, the issues seem pretty small. In a world in which people are dying of hunger, I'm fighting to loose weight. Go figure. I wish I could donate a hip or bit of rear end. It would be a win-win situation. Until then, I'll keep up the fight. Keep me in your thoughts. This is going to be a long battle. I'm shooting to wear a swimsuit again....in 2011.
Oh cousin, it could be me writing this. Why can't we donate fat like we donate blood? Lipo IVs would be all the rage in Ethiopia, right?
ReplyDeleteI am glad that you like yourself pretty well. I could say the same for myself, I just have too much body attached to my personality. I am grateful for my husband who loves the personality and the body that comes with it. I will continue to follow your blog. Love You,Wendy