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Why they call them curvy instead of fat, overweight and she doesn't take care of herself?

...The report released Thursday focused on the economics of obesity and says 2.1 billion people — some 30 per cent of the global population — are overweight or obese...


Just like that chick from the Ukraine, who had all that plastic surgery to look like Barbie, they just want to conform to Society's definition of Beauty.
 
Just like that chick from the Ukraine, who had all that plastic surgery to look like Barbie, they just want to conform to Society's definition of Beauty.


Try not to confuse insanity and the ability to distinguish between reality and a doll made by Mattel with social pressures
 
Not at all

I still have quite a few people in my phone who passed.
Nothing wrong with leaving a place open for those we remember.

papasmurf, I have been off this site for a while, when did HOF pass, I enjoyed his conversation.
 
Just like that chick from the Ukraine, who had all that plastic surgery to look like Barbie, they just want to conform to Society's definition of Beauty.

Try not to confuse insanity and the ability to distinguish between reality and a doll made by Mattel with social pressures

Irony This was not one of the posts to take seriously, and yet it contains many truths.

No special status is conveyed to the woman who is plain of visage, unless she gains fifty pounds, and becomes a victim of her own apathy. Being heavy doesn't prevent a woman from being beautiful, but it can hinder it, depending on the volume of superfluous avoirdupois. Gaining extra weight very rarely makes a plain woman pretty; we just tell them that, because we fell pity or sympathy towards them.

Most people who are overweight are like that for the same reason. They don't get sufficient exercise to offset their dietary indulgences. I can say that, because I am also guilty, though not to the extent of being anywhere near obese.

I don't drive, and I don't believe in throwing money away, so I usually walk to any destination within three miles or less, sometimes longer, unless I need to be there by a specific time. I teach about three miles from where I live. I usually take the Dundas car, but it doesn't run that often, and sometimes takes ten minutes to get through Chinatown.

With the time waiting for the car, and the trip itself, I save, like ten minutes, but I don't arrive all sweaty, and then have to sit in air conditioning for a couple of hours. That's begging for the flu. I don't mind being all sweaty when I get home.

It's always amused me when I would see someone, in the winter, sit in their driveway for fifteen minutes, warming up their car, before driving two blocks to a convenience store, and back. Everyone who does that is fat.

Sometimes you might be out socially with a slim woman, who orders a salad for her meal. She wants a cheeseburger with bacon, large fries and onion rings just as much as the lady two tables down, but she doesn't want those things badly enough to end up being fat.

Some people have several beers every time they watch a game on TV, because they always drink beer when they watch the game. These people are all fat. Other people have a couple of beers after playing in the game, to relax, and replenish.

Some people go to a night club, and drink until they're drunk, sitting and watching other people. These people become fat eventually. Some people are constantly moving around on the dance floor, and re-hydrating periodically, with carbonated water.

Some people put a handful of potato chips on their plate, and reseal the rest of the bag. Other people keep eating potato chips until the bag is empty, regardless of how big the bag is. I'm like that. Things like potato chips, cookies, swiss cheese crackers, I only let them in to my house a couple of times a month each, because the only will power I have over them is near abstinence. If I could cut them out completely, I would lose four pounds a year, just from that. So would probably anyone.

It's not that so many people want to be fat, it's that they don't not want to be fat badly enough to make it a priority.

Back in the day, it was the high school gym teacher's job to make teens ashamed of not being competitive in the genes game. Now they're not allowed to do that any more, because people are now encouraged to be mediocre, so that those who are unable or unwilling to be competitive in life will have better self esteem.

Most fit people would like to have extra leisure time for frivolous pursuits, but they have other priorities. Where they differ from the sedentary individual most may be in how they view physical activity; to them, it is fun. To others, it is work to which procrastination has been deemed acceptable.
 
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It's not that so many people want to be fat, it's that they don't not want to be fat badly enough to make it a priority.

While there are people who are fat through no fault of their own (I've known a couple), I agree that this is often the case. It certainly was for me.

I love bread, pasta, and dessert. I was always naturally thin, until I hit my mid-thirties and weight started to creep on. Eventually I got close to 200 lbs. While my height (5'10.5") kept that from being an obese weight, it was certainly much bigger than I wanted to be.

The thought of having to lose that much weight was overwhelming, though. It seemed impossible. So I decided to focus on losing 5 lbs., that seemed easy enough. At first I didn't really change what I ate, just how much of it. I stopped eating until I was full and just ate until I wasn't hungry. Believe me, you can fit a lot of food in between "full" and "not hungry".

I lost 5 lbs. and decided to lose 5 more. I got used to being at least a little hungry, almost all the time. I stopped eating bread and pasta and dessert and discovered salad, although I drew the line at using light dressing. The way I ate changed to something that could best be described as "grazing".

I did get some weird help from a quirk of mine, which is that when I am extremely emotionally upset, I find it really difficult to make myself eat. I don't lose my appetite, it's just really hard to force food down my throat. So as my marriage fell apart, pounds just kept falling off. By the time the divorce was settled and I started to regain my emotional equilibrium, I was down to 115. Which is way too skinny for my height.

Now I'm settled around 135, which I consider just about my perfect weight. I eat pretty much whatever I feel like, but not a lot of it at one time. I weigh myself daily, don't stress over a lb. or two, but if I get up near 140 or under 130 alarm bells start going off in my head and I focus on doing what I need to do to keep my weight where I want it to be.

It requires ongoing, constant attention. Sometimes I get tired of it. But I try to remember what Kate Moss said...nothing tastes as good as thin feels.
 
While there are people who are fat through no fault of their own (I've known a couple), I agree that this is often the case. It certainly was for me.

I love bread, pasta, and dessert. I was always naturally thin, until I hit my mid-thirties and weight started to creep on. Eventually I got close to 200 lbs. While my height (5'10.5") kept that from being an obese weight, it was certainly much bigger than I wanted to be.

The thought of having to lose that much weight was overwhelming, though. It seemed impossible. So I decided to focus on losing 5 lbs., that seemed easy enough. At first I didn't really change what I ate, just how much of it. I stopped eating until I was full and just ate until I wasn't hungry. Believe me, you can fit a lot of food in between "full" and "not hungry".

I lost 5 lbs. and decided to lose 5 more. I got used to being at least a little hungry, almost all the time. I stopped eating bread and pasta and dessert and discovered salad, although I drew the line at using light dressing. The way I ate changed to something that could best be described as "grazing".

I did get some weird help from a quirk of mine, which is that when I am extremely emotionally upset, I find it really difficult to make myself eat. I don't lose my appetite, it's just really hard to force food down my throat. So as my marriage fell apart, pounds just kept falling off. By the time the divorce was settled and I started to regain my emotional equilibrium, I was down to 115. Which is way too skinny for my height.

Now I'm settled around 135, which I consider just about my perfect weight. I eat pretty much whatever I feel like, but not a lot of it at one time. I weigh myself daily, don't stress over a lb. or two, but if I get up near 140 or under 130 alarm bells start going off in my head and I focus on doing what I need to do to keep my weight where I want it to be.

It requires ongoing, constant attention. Sometimes I get tired of it. But I try to remember what Kate Moss said...nothing tastes as good as thin feels.

Good on you. You could have ended up like her.

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@SillyGirl: here's a tip from a guy who was a champion kickboxer, (I knew his brother):

Before you go to bed, pour an enormous glass of tap water, something the size of the largest drink size at a 7-11, or a Mac's Milk. Let that water sit overnight. Chug the water first thing in the morning, and do it every day.

Within 2-3 days, you'll need to have a bowel movement within five minutes or so after drinking the water, and that will happen every day, unless you neglect to drink the water. This won't work with water right out of the tap. It needs to be at room temperature. My body has it's own twisted sense of humour. It always wants to take a dump five minutes after I get out of the shower, unless I train it to behave otherwise.

Getting the poop out of your system first thing in the morning, every morning, will give you more energy, and will aid your metabolism, so that you'll burn more calories just going about your daily business. I used this procedure when I took a lot of pounds off in a few months, about 15 years ago, and if I slept more often, I would start doing it again.

Drinking a large glass of water immediately before a meal will also make you feel full faster.

The problem that most people make is that they try to loose weight through dietary restriction. All a diet does is make the body consume one's muscles, and lower one's metabolism. Only exercise burns fat.

Combining lots of walking with some weight lifting worked wonders. I was taking off 3½ pounds a week, while becoming more muscular at the same time. It was the summer, and I was walking about five hours a day about an hour at a time, in the morning, and near/ after sunset. I was doing lots of reps of light weights, usually on commercial breaks while watching television at night. I wasn't trying to build big muscles, only hungry ones. I wanted my body to use most of the calories from what I ate to feed the muscles, and all of the walking was fueled by burning fat.
 
Yea, I frequently drink a glass of water before a meal.

I'll try the water in the morning thing, thanks.

I didn't start exercising until I had dropped 35 lbs., so don't really agree that working out is the only way to lose weight. I do share your fondness for light weights, though...although I'll admit I was doing it more for vanity than to create hungry muscles.

I guess I'll start that again, now that Studly and I are rocky and I suspect I will be soon be single.
 
I never knew you were urban. I just assumed you were white, from the avatar.

ok Bob, I've had 4 hours of sleep in the last 48 and don't quite get what you mean. I am white. Studly is black. Not sure what that has to do with anything?
 
ok Bob, I've had 4 hours of sleep in the last 48 and don't quite get what you mean. I am white. Studly is black. Not sure what that has to do with anything?


I am Blue.
Last time I checked the world is filled with a myriad of colors.
 
I am Blue.
Last time I checked the world is filled with a myriad of colors.


Precisely. The color of a person's heart matters to me more than the color of their skin.

I'm not sure about Studly's heart right now.
 
...I suspect I will be soon be single.

I never knew you were urban. I just assumed you were white, from the avatar.

ok Bob, I've had 4 hours of sleep in the last 48 and don't quite get what you mean. I am white. Studly is black. Not sure what that has to do with anything?

SillyGirl, in the excerpt from your post #155, the typographical error use of the word 'be' twice within four words, ("will be soon be"), suggests correct grammatical construction, in Ebonics.

Keep in mind my custom title, ("Idiot/ Savant"). I find it funny to intentionally view typographical errors as if they are exactly what the poster wanted to say, or to interpret questions or statements as obtusely as possible, when there is any ambiguity whatsoever, for comedic intent, as with the humour of Steven Wright, or Emo Phillips. Much of it is similar to Dennis Miller humour, but with allusions to pop culture and smut, rather than to existential literature and Pliny the Younger.

Effectively, I responded to the quoted eight word excerpt, with little regard to the author or context, with playful, teasing intent. You gave me a 'set up line', that I could use.

There was nothing more to it than that. I am a long time admirer of your wisdom, and have stated that in the past, on another board, where you contribute much less often.

When someone else on that board contracted me privately, in a situation where they were going through a personal dilemma, and were unsure of whom they could trust to give them sound advice, if required, your handle was one of the three to whom I gave a personal endorsement in the PM, along with Madeline Rhodes, and a third.

In another thread post here, I said something like 'there is much to like about SillyGirl, but we're not allowed to put our fingers on it' - That's a reference to your custom title "Can't Touch This", and an old strip club joke, (not my own), from the 'air dance' days, where the patron says to the dancer "There's something about you that I really like, but I can't put my finger on it", with the dual meaning that the dancer has a certain je ne sais quoi appeal, and also that touching was forbidden.

When I respond to an excerpt from a quoted post, the portion excerpted always has some relevance to my response, but the portion not quoted generally does not. My core group of personal friends, who are attuned to the "wavelength" of my humour generally pick those things up in "real time", or a few seconds later, if they need to interpret the statement backwards, from the punchline, to the preamble. Other people tend to be offended, because they react emotionally to what they 'feel' I meant, rather than to what was actually said. They misinterpret the motive, and insert one of their own.

Many of my posts use pure and valid rules of logic and mathematical structure, applied to an absurd premise, so they are deep and stupid at the same time. I try to steer people in the intended direction through bold, italic, and underlined formatting, but I never give them the easy luxury of interpreting tone by way of emoticons, other than the occasional ASCII smilie, copy/ pasted from MS Word.

I call it "radioactive humour", because it has a very short 'half life'; potentially funny very momentarily, at a very specific moment, but only for that moment, and only to those present at the time.

In many cases, I employ a 'triangular' humour, in which a statement is made to one of the people present, about another of the people present, and sometimes one of them is meant to understand, and the other one isn't. I often also say something that follows the pattern '1, 2, 4', where 2 and 4 initially appear to have nothing whatsoever in common, but if the listener makes the same absurd connection between 2 and 4 that I have implied, it can be very funny, for both parties. The quote excerpted above is an example of '1, 2, 4'.

Understandably, the success rate of such humour is significantly less that 100%, to most audiences. I have one long time friend who understands 100% of my jokes in 'real time', and several others who get 90%+ of them immediately, and often get the others without assistance, minutes, hours, or days later. To me, I am complimenting the intelligence of the person to whom I'm speaking, when I say something to them, that I would not necessarily expect someone else to understand.
 
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