A couple of my classmates who are a little on the fat side – oh what the hell, are fat, has taken to dieting to shed the excess pounds. One classmate, who I am not so close to, is not exercising (I think) but is slowly controlling her food intake. Her strategy so far is to simply not eat suppers or as little as she can for dinner, and smaller portions than she used to for other meals. Smaller, but still a reasonable portion. I think it’s a good way to start; she’s not too ambitious but at the same time is making a pretty big change from her past eating habits. She’s still fat, but you can see the difference. I must say she looks pretty good too.
The other classmate is making her diet plan the biggest project in her life at the moment. She buys expensive low-fat food (but she can afford it), consults her calorie counter websites like a pious man reads his bible, starts to cook her own meals, plans her meals every day, measures her food in grams to stick to her 1000-calorie daily plan, records every piece of morsel she puts into her mouth in her food diary, starts going to the gym, the whole nine yards. There are results, definitely, for her dedication in losing weight. She too looks fabulous.
I’m happy for both my friends that they’re doing something about their weight (which are causing them some health problems), but Diet Girl is starting to drive me crazy! Is it just me, or measuring your food a tad too obsessive about your diet?? I’m all for eating healthier – God knows I should too myself – but damn…
It’s not much fun going out for meals with someone who’s dieting. You have to select restaurants very carefully to make sure there’s something on the menu that’s suitable for her. It’s already hard enough to select a restaurant when nobody’s dieting, because you’ve got to think of everyone’s budget and eating tastes. Add a dieting person to the list and your choice of restaurants are down to just a handful.
Then there’s that sour-taste-in-your-mouth factor when you do select a restaurant with great food that suits everybody’s tastes but you don’t feel as good because while everybody is having fun, enjoying their food heartily, there’s one person eating boiled broccoli, raw carrot sticks and baked potato. Kinda like going to a theme park with the most amazing roller-coasters with a friend who’s afraid of heights. Even though your friend doesn’t mind tagging along, you still feel bad for choosing something that it seems she can’t enjoy…
Well, she probably doesn’t really mind in actual fact, because she’s determined to stick to her diet this time after many unsuccessful attempts. She also said one gets used to eating this way, and she feels healthier right now; not as tired or sleepy or sick so easily. How does she do it, really? Doesn’t she have hunger pangs eating just 1000 calories a day?? She does have days where she doesn’t stick to her diet – weekends and special occasions, mostly, days which she refers to as ‘cheats.’ That word kinda bothers me because if she eats normally on those days and is thought of as ‘cheating,’ what about the rest of us on a normal 2000-calorie lifestyle? Okay, she’s different, she has a diet to stick to to lose excess weight, but still… ‘cheat’?
On one hand, as I said earlier, I do feel happy for them that they’re trying to do something about their weight. On the other hand, Diet Girl is driving me crazy not just because of her ways of going about dieting, but also she makes me feel guilty for eating whatever I eat. I guess I’m jealous that she has more willpower than me, bah.
I know those of you who’ve seen my pictures insist that I’m not fat. However, my BMI is a little over 23, and apparently anything over 23 is considered overweight for Asians. That said, I do understand that BMI isn’t necessarily the only standard to judge yourself physically. I know myself best, and I know that I weigh what I weigh now is not because of fat genes (though I definitely know that I don’t have a high metabolism!) or is mere puppy fat, but because of what I eat and the way I eat sometimes.
I’m not exactly satisfied with the way I look, but what I have now, some of them looks alright to me. I may have flabby tummy and shoulders, but nothing some good fashion tips won’t be able to fix. I love my boobs, disproportionate as they are and though I wouldn’t mind them being slightly bigger. (How awesome if I could shift my tummy fat to my boobs!) I’m not satisfied, but I’m not beating myself up about my fatness the way I used to. Can you believe that when I was 14, I felt I was fat, when I really was not, because my waistline is bigger now. I actually have less issues about my body now than I did as a 14-year-old.
But I guess I should start doing something about my weight too…
Oh, who am I kidding? I’m too fucking lazy!