60lbs overweight by there's-only-one-right-weight standards.

All of the women on this thread carefully monitoring their calories. . . I mean, whatever, but it kinda bums me out. Not that I don't understand why we go there.

iDunno. You could walk into my kitchen right now and eat ANYthing there and it's healthy, nourishing stuff. Zero junk food. All vegan (oh, except cream for the boyfriends' coffee). So, when I'm hungry, I walk in there and get something to eat. Dammit.

Being super fucking broke this summer, I stopped eating out, made everything from scratch (down to baking bread and granola), and had limited access to food for the first time in my privileged life. I wondered if I'd lose weight. Nope. Frankly, it wasn't that big of a change from my normal. My body is just absurdly efficient, and if I eat enough to feel ok, then I'm fat. Period.

Fuck it! Gawd, I'm proud of how well I take care of myself 95% of the time (the other 5% being mostly intoxicants, and mostly gin ). Proud of my healthy, planet-friendly diet. Proud of my strong, tan arms that propelled me through my summer vacation. Proud of my big smooshy body that a few sexy people can't seem to keep their hands off of. PROUD.

And I wish I could wave a magic wand and make the rest of you beautiful women proud all day, every day.


/rant



[Edited 10/11/08 8:57am]