while i’ve never been stick-thin, i’ve also never been barrel-fat. for most of my life, i was able to dismiss the persistent roll of flesh around my mid-section with one-part self-esteem, one-part acceptance and two-parts laziness.
i never had to watch what i ate and i rarely exercised, yet ready-to-wear clothes still fit, so i figured everything was fine; for all my moaning and groaning about the various sections of my body, it and i were friends.
then came my thirties. people warned me of impending doom: of slowed metabolism. of bloated body parts. of sagging flesh. thirty came and went with not much change. same with thirty-one. i began to relax, thought everyone was just exaggerating.
i think it began at thirty-two and worsened at thirty-three, with me barely making it through thirty-four. suddenly the roll of flesh i’ve been complaining about doubled in size, i started to have period cravings and my tummy regularly ballooned to a size i’ve never seen it reach before roughly the same time every month. oh, and don’t get me started about the bits of flesh that overnight seemed to have collectively developed the desire to touch the floor.
more and more often, i’ve been seized with panic attacks about my aging, changing body, calmed only by the same two-parts laziness that has sustained me thus far.
i’ve often read that having a full breakfast everyday actually helps a person lose weight, something about the feeling of fullness firing off synapses and releasing good chemicals so you don’t overeat the rest of the day. so today i decided to set aside my breakfast-skipper self and give it a try.
alvin and i woke up extra early this morning so we would have time for a proper breakfast and it really seems to be working! it’s been more or less six hours since i finished stuffing my face with a giant bowl of corned beef rice and dried fish and i have yet to feel hunger pangs.
maybe this *is* the way to go! 😀
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