The Other F-Word
Okay, a confession.
One of the reasons I started up this blog is that I think it might motivate me to lose the 45 pounds I have gained since Christmas 2003. I figure that, if I share my figure issues, as well as my store of fitness and nutrition knowledge, we can do this together.
Or at least that's my hope. (Watch my video!)
The irony is, one of the reasons I put on those pounds is because I spent way too much time in this chair and at this computer. I should be hitting the treadmill, not the keyboard.
The other irony, I don't really NEED to lose weight. I am perfectly fit and healthy, with a good waist-to-hip ratio, a crazy low resting heart rate, the blood pressure of a teenager, excellent blood sugar, cholesterol and triglyceride levels and the ability to do non-stop full-body push-ups, jump squats and standing lunges for an hour -- and then go for a run.
Like too many other women, I hate the way I look.
Yet, 50,0000 years ago, I would have been a goddess, able to pump out those babies and easily skedaddle across the African plains behind the mammoth-hunting men and ahead of the people-eating predators.
But times and fashions change, and this is an era in which Jennifer Love Hewitt is FAT and Tyra Banks is FAT and Britney Spears is FAT and most of the internutters who attack women call me FAT (Look 'em up on the right-wing blogs) because being FAT is supposed to be so bad that girls would rather get hit by a truck than be FAT.
(More of my weighty thoughts here.)
To be honest, I think this obsession with weight keeps women down. We are so focussed on our butts, we can't concentrate on our careers or studies. We can't think straight because we're too goddamn hungry, or counting calories, or beating up on ourselves for eating that cookie.
Oh, of course there are FAT men too. But, unless they're walking cardiac arrests, fat guys get much more of a pass than fat women. How many blogs are devoted to men's bodies?
So why my New Year's resolution?
The truth is, my clothes are too tight and I can't afford to drop several thou on everything from new coats to new bras. Anyway, large size clothes for women look and feel like crap -- still -- and are overpriced. Plus my joints are not getting any younger. I don't want to join that long waiting list for knee surgery.
Finally, it's really not healthy for me to sit here all the live long day.
Big bottom line: The scale going up is getting me down.
So here I am. Broadsides, and broad all over.
But, this year, that's going to change.
Hey, what are YOU doing at the computer? Get up! Get out! Get moving!
But first, let me know what you think.
UPPITY DATE (4/1/08): Uh-oh. I may need to lose 50 pounds. I have yet to weigh myself post-holiday. Today's the official start date!