A three-part, pre-weigh in extravaganza!One of the fat-lopping forums to which I belong has banned my link from forum posts. Why, pray tell? Because the pictures I've carefully selected to add to the artistic integrity of each and every post apparently "border on porno" and the site has kids 13-18 visiting who risk being permanently warped by the nubile lasses in various states of undress who adorn this blog.
My defense? I've kept it non-nude. It's PG at worst (okay, maybe PG-13 or R due to some fucking language). It's no more revealing than the bikini shots one encounters at many weight-loss related sites. Etc. Etc. Etc. My real defense? I don't have one. I put up some slutty pictures of hot women to keep myself interested and I don't blame them for saying "shame on you". It's a fair decision.
It's also Angelina Jolie's 32nd birthday. I'm not a real celebrity-worshipping type, but she's fantastically freaking hot and have, as former Prez Carter might say, lusted for her in my heart many times. Happy birthday, good looking. And keep up the good work re: your various and sundry progressive causes. I'm being sincere on all levels.
Misery loves company. That truism seems particularly applicable to chubby-wubbies who want to shed excess weight. People are looking for workout partners, weight loss partners, friends to "come along on an exciting voyage toward better health and remarkable self-discovery", etc.
Again and again, I encounter people griping about how their partners are lousy dieters. They don't do enough work. They're not committed. They cheat by hiding 12-inch meatball subs with extra cheese under their shirt until no one is looking and then consume them in one massive swallow. They quit. Whatever.
I don't get it. I thought the idea behind losing the pounds was generally a personal one. I know it was for me. I want to lose 100 pounds. I have a buddy who could stand to drop a few, too. I have a couple of chubby employees who should consider downsizing. That's their business. If my teetering-toward-obese employee had approached me about being her "diet buddy" I would have told her to stick it up her massive keister. The thought about calling my friend and asking if he'd like to hold hands on the way to the gym never crossed my mind (until ten seconds ago as a comic observation).
I'm prone to think that those who want to really lose weight can and will take it as a personal thing and tend to it themselves. I bet the failure rate among the buddy-system adherents is extremely high.
Yeah, there are probably some people who need that kind of companionship to make it all work and I think it's great if a partnership works for them, but I just have a gnawing feeling in my gut that most of the "I need a buddy" people just aren't really ready to lose weight.
Wait, that gnawing feeling in my gut is probably attributable to the fact that I haven't had anything to eat. I could sure go for a gooey Snickers bar right now... I should call my accountability partner and let him talk me off of this cliff ASAP!
Or, I could just not eat a Snickers bar and accept occasional urges and discomfort.
Hmmm...
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