Thursday, January 19, 2006
I'm sorry I don't have a bubble butt
My sweetie has been complaining that I’m losing too much weight. Now, I haven’t been doing this on purpose. She’s accusing me like I’ve been dieting or something. She says I don’t eat ice cream anymore. I still do, I just haven’t felt like eating it much lately because it’s so damn COLD! She says I used to have a nice ass, and now it’s flabby and mushy due to less cushioning. Well thank you, I love you too.
I’m not expecting sympathy from all this. I know there tons of people out there who are struggling with their weight, and people like me probably make them sick. I’ve been blessed with a fast metabolism, but I believe my weight loss has been due to the following life changes:
- I cut out ALL trans fats from my diet. That stuff is nasty and unnatural. VERY bad for your long-term health.
- I have been balancing my carbs with my protein. I’ll go into this later as well. It’s something we learned while researching insulin resistance.
- I have been attempting to do more walking, for optimal health
One of my greatest fears in life is becoming old and decrepit. There’s no avoiding the “old” part, but I can circumvent the “decrepit” part. I am completely determined to still be able to walk around on my own when I’m 104 years old. My dad cut his life short with cigarettes and alcohol. My sweetie’s mom suffered from Type II diabetes (completely avoidable), which gradually eats away at your quality of life. I have seen numerous elderly men and women barely able to shuffle one foot in front of the other, stooped over and in obvious discomfort. I refuse to become one of them. I have read that when you are at optimal health, even in old age you will be able to function like a normal human being. When it’s your time to go, your decline in health will be quick, not the slow, agonizing degeneration that I see everywhere.
Can you see where my paranoia and commitment to health comes from? I am scared to death of losing self-reliance. So if it means losing my near-perfect ass, then that’s the way it has to be. It’s going to disappear anyway. Maybe I can get one of those fake butt inserts to put into my pants. In the meantime, me and my flabby, mushy ass are getting back to work.