So this morning I woke up and was delighted to realize that I hadn't eaten for more than twelve hours.
The past week or so, all I have been doing is sitting on the couch watching movies and stuffing my face. What a "pleasant surprise" it was yesterday morning to put on my favourite jeans and realize that instead of the usual bagginess, they were clinging to my thighs like a fat kid on cake.
Ahem. Pardon the reference. ;)
This obsession with weight and attractiveness is not only a problem for me. Many people call it a silly obsession. An obsession that is talked about way too often. And perhaps it is.
Yet, every day, I think about that number on the scale at least once. And more than once I have been too scared to step on it and see what it is.
I am an average looking person with an average weight. If I asked my friends if they considered me thin, they would only say "you look healthy."
Healthy. What an insult. Lol. Really, I should be satisfied with having enough food to eat and the ability to exercise. Yet, as soon as I hear the word "healthy," I shudder.
Sure, right now you are rolling your eyes and revelling at how much stronger and down to earth you are. But I assure you, many women share this problem with me.
There are much bigger issues circling around the world, and yet, if you reach for a magazine or log onto msn news, the titles will be "lose those five stubborn pounds" or "next month see the fitter, skinnier you!"
I do not write to you today to preach the awesomeness of being skinny. I write to you today to let you know that you are not alone in your sad obsession with the number on the scale.