Its so hard to digest the fact that someone eats just about the same food propotions (and more) and yet manage to stay like a match stick,even as you struggle and collapse at the sight of your own expanding body
I often wonder why women have to compete with standards of zero figure models in the magazines and TV to be even remotely acceptable.
As I say this I am even wondering if there is any feasible diet plan that would make me zero figure.
I have fought and am still fighting battles with obesity throughout my less adventurous life,through pregnancy, nursing and occasional hormonal surges during stress and strain...and I seem to lose it ever so often.
Sometimes I wonder and wonder why some people live to eat (like me) while some others eat to live.
I totally don't understand people who eat to live...what a drab existence,it makes me bewildered,confused and even sympathetic towards them.
And in conclusion I would add... I love food..it nourishes me, it excites me, it fills me, it makes me glad,it titillates my senses,brings out my creativity its comforting and inviting and always makes me happy. It almost sounds like a secret lover with whom one indulges and regrets it the next day he/she mounts the scale.But in my case I'm totally married to food,no traces of guilt...a bit upset about the increasing sizes of dresses,yet,totally looking forward to the next indulgence.
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