“Hey Brogin, you want my pork?”
August 28, 2009
So yeah, I have an obsession with food. Maybe that’s why the root word of obese is the same?
My relationship with food is probably not healthy. I’m to the point where I’ll eat just about anything; and almost certainly try something new once. I’m afriad I’ll end up severly overweight and require assistance to poof. They’ll have to take a wall down from my house just to get me to the hospital for a last-minute / last-chance surgery. I don’t want to end up that way. As a kid, I promised myself I would never get fat – ever. Why can’t I be picky about my food? Why can’t I be allergic to wheat or nuts? That would severely limit my available intake and subsequent weight gain.
I wish I could eat as much as I want and not gain a pound. If vomiting didn’t repulse me so much, I would do that. I would have no shame in telling my dinner guests that I was excusing myself to purge in the toilet. And most likely, I would come back and eat more.
The other problem is, I hate excercising. All types. I have never found a fun activity that I can enjoy AND lose weight. I’ve tried sports, biking, swiming (I love swimming, but have no access to a pool), the gym, running; all those things. It always leaves me drained, sweaty and uncomfortable. And I really don’t have the time that I would need and want to spend. I know it’s all a big pile of excuses, but it’s really how I feel.
What is a fat kid at heart supposed to do to keep his failing image?
Sigh. Where’s that ice cream?
