Di Has Stories…

(and they’re all true)

In Which I Explain The Bitter “I Quit” Diatribe May 29, 2007

Filed under: being a sickie,bitching,books,my fat ass — Diana @ 12:33 pm

Yesterday, the last day of my kick-ass do-nothing weekend, I started reading The Obesity Myth by Paul Campos.   If you have not read this book, go to Amazon or Half or whatever your favorite online retailer is, or go to your local bookstore and get a copy.  NOW. 

 

NOW!

 

Ok, back?  Good.

 

In a nutshell, Mr. Campos looks at the statistical data that has been used to blast all of us for being fat asses, and for allowing our fat asses to put us at higher risk for a myriad of health problems (you know the list – I’m not going into it again).

 

All of the numbers that we have been lambasted with for years? 

 

Wrong.  Wrong.  Wrong. 

 

Not to ruin the book for you, but overweight and obese people have less disease and mortality than the “ideal” weight people.  The exception to this is when you start getting into the hugely obese – the 400 pound folk.  But me being 70 pounds “overweight” according to the arbitrary BMI chart is better for me than being 5 pounds “underweight”.

 

What’s the real danger here?  The yo-yo effect.  People who were fat, and lost weight, and regained it all (and then some) have the higher incidence of disease and death.  If you’re fat and just learned to live with it, and don’t do the lose 30/gain 40 dance (which 99% of dieters DO), you are healthier than those in the ideal weight category.

 

What’s the real secret to minimizing disease and mortality?  Eating nice, fresh food, and getting in a brisk, half-hour walk 4-5 times per week. 

 

Done, and done.

 

If you follow this advice, you might not lose weight, but you might not need to.  You need to listen to your body – if you treat it right, it doesn’t matter what the scale says.

 

So, that’s what I’m doing.  I already know that cutting down on the processed food makes my HAE a bit quieter, and I (for the most part) eat ok.  I need to get on the walking a few times thing, but I’ve got the hubby all lined up for that.  I’m done worrying about buying clothes in my size – I’m making my own damn clothes.  I’m done worrying about the charts, and the pressure from the media, doctors, and my employer to lose weight.  I’m healthy the way I am, and that’s just the damn way it’s going to be.

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In Which I Quit

Filed under: my fat ass — Diana @ 12:09 pm

I quit.

 

I am no longer dieting.

 

I am no longer worrying about what the scale says.

 

I am no longer worrying about what people think of me when they pass me on the street.

 

I am perfect the way I am.

 

I am stepping off the weight loss train, and I’m not getting back on. 

 

I am no longer buying into what the diet-industrial complex and Big Pharma are telling me is “healthy”.

 

I am listening to my body, and letting it decide what we weigh.

 

I.

Quit.

 

Diet Update May 23, 2007

Filed under: my fat ass — Diana @ 11:34 am

So, I go ahead and start a blog about how I’m going to be all good and finally lose my fat ass, and then I ignore it for a few weeks.  That’s a great start, isn’t it?

As it happens, right after I started the blog I was hospitalized – again – and sort of got off track of the whole blog thing.  I suppose I should have written a big post about how I’m doing, and all that shit, but frankly, I’m bored with being sick, and bored with talking about it, so let’s just say I had a nice day off work, got a bit of knitting and daytime tv-watching done, and I’m as fine as I usually am.

Unlike my hospitalization in January that got me off the diet horse, I didn’t let it happen this time.  Now, I did eat some unauthorized foods in the hospital (because the place that is supposed to make you healthier wouldn’t know fresh, unprocessed food if it bit them in the ass…I had to let Jeff eat it), and the weekend was a waste because I was so wiped out, I jumped right back on the bandwagon the next Monday.

For the last two weeks, I’ve been damn near perfect during the week in following South Beach.  I’ve been making my meals in advance, I haven’t gone out for lunch even once, and have had lots of good healthy snack food available, and made all of our own dinners.

The weekends, however, are a bit of an issue.  I have noticed that we very rarely eat at home on the weekends…just last week we had one meal at Sarah’s, one at Jeff’s parents’, and one at mine.  I find it hard to (a) stick to the diet when I’m at someone else’s house (as most people don’t eat like I do) and (b) make other people cook special things, or not cook certain things, just because I’m going to be there; and (c) resist the cheesecake that I myself made, because I make the best.cheesecake.ever (I have references).

And it’s not like I can just not go visit our families – that’s kind of a must – and frankly, we’re from Minnesota.  You’re sent to Iowa if you don’t have people stay for a meal.  No one wants that sort of punishment.

So, I think what I am going to try to do is eat the best I can at other people’s homes, and not beat myself up too much about it.  I think that I have finally made the transition to thinking that this is going to be a long, slow process, and that I don’t need to see three pounds coming off every day to make it worthwhile.  I’m in this for the long haul, and I’m going to get there.  I just have to keep trusting that.

 

Me ‘n my pee May 22, 2007

Filed under: my fat ass,things that make you go hmmm — Diana @ 11:56 am

For some reason, yesterday I came across an advertisement for a drug that helps with bladder-control problems.  Although I seldom piss myself, I had a looksee  at the criteria.  One of them was “do you pee more than 8 times a day?”

Yes, yes I do.  I also drink more than 100 ounces of water a day.  If I didn’t pee all the time, I would look like this:

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(only girly-er)

 

New blog May 8, 2007

Filed under: my fat ass — Diana @ 1:16 pm

I’m moving all my bitching about my fat ass over to my new weight loss tracking blog. If you care, check it out here.

 

Lucky 13 Reasons to Lose Weight April 5, 2007

Filed under: my fat ass — Diana @ 8:12 am
  1. Even though my husband thinks I’m hot now, he’ll think I’m even hotter if I am more comfortable in my own skin.

  1. Less of me means less of me to swell – I’d be able to walk/sit longer without reaction if there wasn’t as much weight pressing down on my feet/butt.

  1. I’ll be able to buy all sorts of cute clothes that they don’t make in my size now. And they’ll cost less. And I’ll have more variety.

  1. I’ll be able to increase my flexibility in yoga without the fat in the way.

  1. I’ll feel better about myself.

  1. My rings that I haven’t been able to wear for years will fit again.

  1. I want to set a good example of health for my family.

  1. I want to prove that I *can* be thin again, and that I am not letting illness and long periods of (legal, medical) steroid use define me.

  1. It will be easier to be pregnant if I am only carrying baby weight and not 60 pounds of additional fat.

  1. It will also be nice to only have to lose the baby weight instead of an additional 60 pounds of fat.

  1. Ireland. We are going on our honeymoon in December, and when I was in Europe last time, I felt like the biggest hog in existence. I was twice as big as everyone else, and I couldn’t buy any souvenir shirts because I was too fat. I want something from Ireland, damn it!

  1. This is the biggie: I was talking to my beloved last night about my 13 reasons, and he came up with the.best.reason.ever that I should do this. I have been trying to convince him to wear a kilt ever since I met him, cause I think it would be hot. He finally agreed last night that after the first 40 pounds, he will wear a kilt just for me. Not in public or anything, but around the house. Rawr.

  1. Oh, and he’ll wear it more than once after he gets it. Total motivation
 

Success! July 10, 2006

Filed under: my fat ass — Diana @ 1:26 pm

What have you been successful at, Di? I hear you asking.

 

Well, nothing yet. But my Magna Karma told me last night that my new eating plan will be a Success.

 

In an effort to not be at my fattest on my wedding day, the weight loss challenge starts today.

 

This morning, my sweetie was giving me a ride to work (have I mentioned yet in this post that I have the Best Fiance EVER?) I told him that today was the first day of the Di’s Fat Ass Reduction Plan. He thought that it needed a more technical name, so we came up with…

 

The Cellulite Reduction Achievement Plan.

 

Yep. CRAP.

 

Let the CRAP begin!