Well, I’m sure some people care about your fat ass. And they definitely care about your phat ass. Heck, I like to think that some people care about my fat ass. But one thing that I hope no one cares about is my fat gut.
I’ve become a little obsessed with my weight lately, with four generations’ worth of Diabetes in the family, as well as heart disease and other fun ailments fueling my paranoia. Over the years, I’ve done everything from trying crash diets to daily 3-hour gym sessions to binging on sugary, fatty crap as I tried to assure myself that it wouldn’t happen to me yet. Every pound I put on is a small defeat in a war I see no end of.
This guy needs to shut the heck up, you’re saying to yourself. So what if he’s got a spare tire or something? I saw that video he did a while back, and he looks okay to me. To which I would reply, “You hear about skinny fat people? Yes, that’s a thing. And yes, I might be one of them.”
We hear commentators all the time espousing on how the advertising and entertainment industries give people a poor body image. And while I don’t necessarily agree with that sentiment, it seems like they’re missing the overarching issue: having too much extra weight isn’t healthy. And I’m deathly afraid of ballooning up like, well, a fat-filled balloon.
Last week, I was in Vegas (that explains where the NSS went then, huh?), lounging at the pool with some of my friends, when I realized that I had left my wallet up at the room. So, with the kind of thinking that only comes with drinking two or three 32-ounce mojitos, I toweled off, grabbed my room key card, slid on my sandals, and proceeded to head back up to the room. Sans shirt.
It was only after I’d arrived at the room that I realized what had happened. And while I’m pretty sure a lot of it had to do with my not walking on the casino floor, no one I passed batted an eye or made any mention of how I looked. They just didn’t care about my fat ass.
So maybe I’m blowing this whole thing out of proportion. I mean, it’s a good idea to eat healthy and exercise, but the rare twinkie or occasional cookie isn’t the worst thing in the world. And as long as I stay in decent shape (instead of becoming a shape), there’s no reason to really stress out about it too much. But it is my responsibility.
After all, if I don’t care about my fat ass, who will?
we’re our own worst critics.
Nothing wrong with being healthy. I fought a long body image battle back in the day. And yes, I love sweets. and I also love working out.
So everything in moderation, and I’m sure your ass will get compliments.