So recently I went to Asia for two months, and due to a combination of stress-not-eating because of a job that really took it out of me, and the fact that I walk every where in Hong Kong, I lost a bit of weight.
How much, I couldn’t tell you. But enough that people I know and haven’t seen in a while run up to me and say “OH MY GOD YOU’VE LOST SO MUCH WEIGHT!” before they say “Hi.”
It’s not like I lost a limb. It’s not like I went from being obese to being a size zero (unless I did…and I have awful dysmorphia).
But it’s cool. It’s better than the other way around, and it’s made me appreciate my body more.
I’ve even started jogging on occasion (which I hate) and now I play a sport (beach volleyball counts okay).
But don’t get me wrong. Binge eating is my thing. The fattier the food the more delicious. Wouldn’t it be cool if the things that were fun but not good for you made you thinner?
-What if the Calorie count on the food was actually the negative calories you worked off by eating the food. Like celery but with delicious things, like Double Quarter Pounder with cheeses?
-What if lying on the couch watching movies burned heaps of calories?
-What if drinking and late night chinese-ing was actually an Olympic sport and you had to really work out to get there and it was super good for you?
-What if chocolate was like as good for you as something shitty…like bean sprouts?
-What if those TV work out products actually worked? So I could just put that thing on my stomach which sends electric pulses into my abs and makes me have a six pac?
-What if Sugar was like medicine for your body to make it super healthy and like…strong?
That’s a world I want to live in man.
As it is, I’ll eat this freaking grilled fish and steamed veggies.