Feed Me Cheese, Not Bologna!

Big girls like myself who love our weight have to stop lying to ourselves.  It isn’t like we can’t lose weight the good ol’ fashioned way.  We can.  But somehow, we sit around the house long enough, we get to thinking that maybe there’s some sort of shortcut, some easier way, some bargaining tool that will aid us in the perpetual quest to stay thin.  Hence, the success of stupid diet programs, dietary shakes, fitness clubs, and horrible tasting nutritional bars.  The latest is some new supplement being pushed by our government with an ad that talks about how women lose weight differently than men.  It’s effective.  It’s even convincing.  The problem is that it’s a crock of shit.

Everyone’s in on the ‘trend’ that won’t go away.  Anna Nicole Smith did the whole, “TrimSpa, baby!” campaign and was successful, but we all know now what helped Anna lose the weight… Even my favorite crazy rocker, Courtney Love is not beyond the hype to come out saying that she lost the weight the old fashioned way, even though we also know that she’s a recovering herione addict and did admit to a little surgery here and there.  Duh.  She even went so far as to post those photos of her in an itsy bitsy teenie weenie bikini in an impromptu photo op to prove it.

So what I’m trying to say is that there’s no quick-fix.  Unless you get surgery, starve yourself, develop an eating disorder or get all kinds of obsessive spending countless hours in a gym, then you won’t lose weight.  But, if you diet and exercise you’ll be fine.  Or, like me, you can just decide that bigger is better and eat whatever the hell you want and worry about it when you’re dead.  Vive la difference! (And Bon Appetit!)


About Mema

I've been at this blogging thing since 2005, but I don't consider myself a veteran AT ALL. My posts are mostly well-meaning, fun anecdotes with the occasional random thought and a dash of humor for good measure. So sit back, relax, and stay awhile. And if you decide to browse elsewhere, just remember...you're missing out on an opportunity to meet (arguably) THE GREATEST PERSON THAT EVER LIVED. Overstated? Well, why not stick around to find out? Your call, tough guy. Or, gal. Or, martian.
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