I braved stepping onto my Wii Fit today. It informed me that my cowardice of its disapproval lasted a total of 22 days. On a positive note, it also said that I lost 1.8 pounds since I last stepped on. Yay. It also said that I was exactly 177.5 pounds. Another big yay! Lastly, it stated that if I just lose another 8 pounds or so I will make the transition from obese to just plain old overweight. For me, that will be an official movement from FAT to CHUBBY. I hate the word obese. It's just so ugly. I'd rather be called plain old fat than obese.
Random thought: One day, I will be able to touch my toes. That will be a sweet sweet day indeed.
When you're hungry, you start dreaming of really weird things that you want to eat. I made a list earlier of the things I want to eat on my cheat day. The food is not only strange but I think I may only be able to eat one or two things before my gut says no. Here's the list in all its weird and disturbing glory:
- english style fried bread
- mashed potatoes
- japanese style naporitan spaghetti (garlic & onions, butter, ketchup, hot dogs, peas, bacon, milk, ketchup and pasta)
- beef tendon soup (you gotta try it, it's not as gross as it sounds)
- fried oysters
- sausage
- crab with mayonnaise
- sushi
- pizza
- beef noodle soup
- fried fish dumplings
Someone tell me what my body wants and needs 'cause I have no freaking clue. From that list you'd imagine I'd end up at an international food buffet or Andrew Zimmern's, 'Bizarre Foods.' I'm still thrilled that the one food that Andrew couldn't conquer was Taiwan's Stinky Tofu. Big ups to the homeland!! (Btw, that stuff is actually tasty, lol)
My strange food cravings makes me think of that odd commercial that shows a grimacing woman clutching her stomach with a disembodied voiceover saying, "I can't concentrate... Could I be pregnant?"
My commercial would be me grimacing, clutching my stomach with a disembodied voiceover saying, "I can't concentrate... Could I be hungry?"
Back to the future and back to packing! I can't believe that my Fitness Ridge adventure is about to begin. Woo hoo!
I totally get the part you wrote about how we label ourselves. My husband got so sick of hearing me say "I'm fat" and I realized that I'm not fat--just chunky! So that's what I refer to myself these days.
ReplyDeleteThat BMI index can really get to me, too! I couldn't believe the day that I saw that I was officially "overweight". It really struck a cord with me. Thankfully, I am at 25.1 which means that in .1 I will no longer be overweight but rather, "normal."