Weight. The hottest issue of the summer. We who live through New Hampshire winters feel safe and snug when neatly tucked away into our concealing layers of turtle necks and sweaters. Are we not sly, hiding our natural winter coats in the claim of necessity? Well, summer no longer allows this kind of shyness, as we have all discovered by now. Clad in shorts, swimsuits, and sundresses, we have begun the battle of the body.
Isn't it common to hear women squawking over weight loss? We hear the men retort that women should not worry so much about it. The women defensively repond that if men would quit making such a big deal out of female appearances and talking critically about small physiques, women would not have to be so concerned. Isn't this typically the way the argument proceedes?
Females may sound overbearingly obsessed about this weight thing, but the circular effects of it provoke the process from both sides. When one witnesses some idiotic guy publicly denouncing the physical form of a women, the effects are not singled out on that one victim, but normally linger in the minds of all weight-concious individuals.
Such an incident occurred this last weekend. The thoughtless person was a visiting random who yelled across the basement of a fraternity, "Hey Thunder Thighs!" He was aptly put in his place but the scarring effects of such a minor incident live on.
It seems we are always being watched, either for success in reaching the proper weight, or for our means of getting there. One day someone comments on my need to shed a few, and the next day I'm grilled for eating such a small salad at a meal. Someone says I eat too much, then someone says I eat too little. Surprisingly to them maybe, I am not trying to impress anyone by the kind or size of my meals.
The weight issue burdens us with a variety of frustrations. "Do I look too thin to you? No. Look at me from the side. I'm still there. Divide me in three and look at me from the side and I am still there. Do I look fat to you? "Tough," I feel like responding.
What is really bothersome to most women is hearing some little twig of a female complain that she really needs to lose five pounds. Here is a twig trying to shake off a leaf, while I am trying to shed a few branches off my trunk. Argh.
Don't use the classical model-thin weight to establish a link with healthiness.
The top priority for losing, or gaining, weight should always be set to achieve optimum health. Twigliness and fluffiness are equally unhealthy. Discover your ideal healthy weight in accordance with your bone structure and height. Keep in mind that higher metabolisms allow for less skimpy meals.
The key to reaching your weight goal lies with increasing activity, specifically aerobic activity. Eat wisely and forget this crash diet thing, which never keeps the weight off. It is nice to start with a three day thing just to get you going, but do not count on these kinds of eating habbits to keep off your extraterraneous buttox and thigh decorum.
The weight issue is troublesome to many, even to those who are at their ideal weight. It always seems to be a struggle. Just keep healthy limitations on both your goals and your binges. But remember, let not your evaluations of other people's struggles travel beyond your lips, unless it lends a positive means to an end. I'm no Bo Derek, for sure, but I bet I can lift more weight and do more flips than she can.
