“…the ‘deaths attributable to obesity’ statistics classify all dead obese people as killed by their fat, even if they were murdered with a tuning fork by evil clowns from outer space.”
~ Rio (She Dances on the Sand) (Unapologetically Fat)
I loved this outfit till I realized I looked like a Jedi.
So I was doing Weight Watchers & I quit. I decided I don’t want to track every drop & crumb I ingest. I don’t want to worry about the fat, calories, carbs, & fiber content of every food I come across. I want to enjoy what I eat, not obsess over it.
I don’t want the focus of my attention, my emotions, how I feel about myself tied to the numbers on a scale. I want to love myself unconditionally, damn the numbers.
Most importantly, I don’t want my physical activity tied to what the scale says. I enjoy running just for the hell of it. Why ruin it by deciding the worth of my efforts is determined by what the scale says each week? I have enjoyed walking, step aerobics, & other activities over the years, but I tied them to weight loss & when that didn’t go as planned I ditched them all with whatever diet I was on at the time. What a waste!
I have come to the conclusion that if being fat is the worst thing that ever happens to me, I’m going to be just fine.
A link was recently shared with me to a list of articles debunking the death fat epidemic. I haven’t had the chance to explore many of the individual articles, but I’m saving it for a day when I am feeling less run down & haven’t already burned my eyeballs reading a lot of other interesting stuff. (I really hate reading from a computer.)
Actual jedis (jedii?) for comparison. All I’m missing is a big brown robe, leather knee boots, & a look of bad ass self-assurance. (via Wookieepedia)