Cookies and BIGGEST LOSER
I despise how OBSESSED American culture is with weight loss. I AM OBSESSED with weight. My weight, my friends weight, how fat an ex boyfriend has become. Why? I do not know, and I HATE IT.
I remember being 6 years old, living in hippy ass Santa Cruz, grabbing my thighs in my mother's full length mirror, and saying, "Mommy, I am fat!" I was not fat- there was no way. My parents, at the time, had not succumbed to the junk food under tow of my soon-to-be younger siblings. No, they were still living in the "Free To Be You and Me" 1970's bubble of organic foods, unshaved armpits (on women) and carob. "Sugary" snacks in our house at the time were bruised peaches from the Community Foods Market (yes, that was what it was called, and yes, they sold stained glass "spirit catchers").
I did not even have a Pringles or a Pop Tart until I was a freshman in COLLEGE.
Just returning from Europe (YES I KNOW, I am so "THAT TIME AT BAND CAMP"), I noticed that there WAS NOT the proliferation of adds for weight loss centers, weight loss powders, shakes, gyms, etc. They even have a load of ROCK AND POP STARS THAT ARE FAT!!!! I COULD NOT BELIEVE IT!
So last night, I sat my fat ass on the couch, watching Biggest Loser. I have been on a "diet" ever since I returned from the UK.
I ate FIVE cookies while watching the two hour show. There is something so WRONG about watching other people eat crappy looking steamed fish, go to the clean 24 Hour Fitness (which I know is CLEARLY "just for TV" - all the 24 Hour Fitnesses I EVER GO TO are DISGUSTING- broken equipment, pounds of some one else's hair in the drain, and always, speaking of fat and hair, hairy fat gross old dudes kicking it in the sauna- FOUL!!!)- while I sit on my butt, shoving crap in my pie hole.
Oh, America. I love you, and all of your mysteries that I can not turn away from.
I remember being 6 years old, living in hippy ass Santa Cruz, grabbing my thighs in my mother's full length mirror, and saying, "Mommy, I am fat!" I was not fat- there was no way. My parents, at the time, had not succumbed to the junk food under tow of my soon-to-be younger siblings. No, they were still living in the "Free To Be You and Me" 1970's bubble of organic foods, unshaved armpits (on women) and carob. "Sugary" snacks in our house at the time were bruised peaches from the Community Foods Market (yes, that was what it was called, and yes, they sold stained glass "spirit catchers").
I did not even have a Pringles or a Pop Tart until I was a freshman in COLLEGE.
Just returning from Europe (YES I KNOW, I am so "THAT TIME AT BAND CAMP"), I noticed that there WAS NOT the proliferation of adds for weight loss centers, weight loss powders, shakes, gyms, etc. They even have a load of ROCK AND POP STARS THAT ARE FAT!!!! I COULD NOT BELIEVE IT!
So last night, I sat my fat ass on the couch, watching Biggest Loser. I have been on a "diet" ever since I returned from the UK.
I ate FIVE cookies while watching the two hour show. There is something so WRONG about watching other people eat crappy looking steamed fish, go to the clean 24 Hour Fitness (which I know is CLEARLY "just for TV" - all the 24 Hour Fitnesses I EVER GO TO are DISGUSTING- broken equipment, pounds of some one else's hair in the drain, and always, speaking of fat and hair, hairy fat gross old dudes kicking it in the sauna- FOUL!!!)- while I sit on my butt, shoving crap in my pie hole.
Oh, America. I love you, and all of your mysteries that I can not turn away from.
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posted on Mar 12 at 3:29 pm
I'm obsessed too actually. Honestly, I notice it on everyone and everything I see. When someones a bit overweight I think their fat and when they are skinny I call them bitches. And yes, sounds funny but I'm fat too. No matter how many times anyone tells me I'm not I will continue to think I am because I'm not one of those skinny bitches I mentioned above. I'm too lazy to do anything about it though...so nothing will ever change.
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