fat 'n' happy

[jedusor]

Man, you know what just doesn't make any damn sense at all? Worrying about weight. We're all just organisms, right, and we're all made of cells, and for some weird reason a whole bunch of people have decided that they have too many of this one kind of energy-storing cell and they need to make it go away or they're somehow not good enough. And okay, yeah, there's a weight range that is healthy and going too far above or below it can cause problems, but that range is a lot wider than people seem to think. And you know what actually is shown to have deleterious effects on your health? All that fucking worrying.

And I get that everyone wants to be attractive, and life is in great part about getting laid, but here's the thing: fat people get laid too. I know plenty of fat people who have happy, healthy sex lives, and I know plenty of skinny people who don't. You know whose sex lives suck? People who worry about their damn weight.

(And don't tell me fat people worry about their weight more. I have known way too many skinny people to fall for that shit.)

Comments

[magickal-tara.livejournal.com]

I try not to obsess about my weight, but as a type 1 diabetic, I know that I'm healthier, use less insulin, and have to worry less about complications if I'm at a lower weight.

However, I completly get the whole people obsessed with looking like super skinny models on magazine covers. Especially since, you know, the models don't even look like they do on these photoshoots. Gotta love airbrushing.

So, I guess I'm saying there are good reasons to worry about weight (like for health), and then the societal programming which drives people who are already happy and healthy completly insane for no real reason.

[devjoe.livejournal.com]

Agreed. If the weight is affecting your health in a definite way, then you should control it. But control is one thing and looking like a super-skinny model is another.

Years ago, back before I met jedusor, I used to weigh 250 pounds. I injured myself one day, hurt a muscle in my leg just walking down the steps of the green line train. And it was due to no particular cause except my weight, and that was when I realized I needed to do something about it.

I weigh 175 pounds these days, which is still overweight for my height on some absurd doctor's chart, but I am happy with it. It's my stable weight for what I eat now. I don't obsess over my weight. I still eat according to my diet when I am home, because I know eating anything I want will get me back up to my unhealthy weight. When I am out doing stuff, and it is not convenient to stick to my diet, I don't worry about it, and eat what I want. Several days of doing this at con adds a few pounds, but only a few, and when I go back home to my usual diet those pounds will come off, gradually.