My best friend (LJ Idol)
Dec. 17th, 2007 02:05 pmI suppose I should write about my darling Jake, or possibly one of the pets - even poor fox-eaten Max, whose death made me cry for weeks. Maybe Jennie should go here, what with that whole 'sure, I'll move to Alaska' stamp of loyalty.
But I have a new best friend.
And it's in my pants.
Wait, wait, come back! This isn't one of those posts, don't worry. See, in the last year or so, I've gained about 10 lbs, and that makes me happier than a four year old with a pile of dirt.
I have always been underweight. I was told, in college, that I needed to gain 30 lbs and was put on a sure-fire weight gain diet that centered around ice cream, required seven meals a day, and made heavy girls glare at me with hate in their eyes while I stuffed my face and didn't gain an ounce. I had - and still have - no appreciation for my metabolism. I was not 'slender,' I was not 'svelte,' I was not even 'thin' - I was skinny. When I was in fourth grade, they sent me home with a note making sure my family had enough money to feed me. Every annual exam I've ever gotten comes with that 'Do you throw up after meals?' and 'Do you feel like you have to be thin to be popular' fishing to check and make sure I'm not bolemic. My butt goes completely numb after just 20 minutes on a hard bench or one of those awful metal folding chairs. I rattle around in those rides at the fair like a marble in a tennis shoe, and I'm deathly afraid I'm going to slip right out around those lap belt thingies that are supposed to hold you in while you're whipping around in space. I'm not short, either - I'm about 5'8, and finding clothing that hits my ankles and wrists but doesn't leave me swimming in excess material is a minor miracle.
Or at least - that used to be the case.
I was warned with zest by my older and plumper friends that my metabolism would change when I hit my late twenties. As with grown-up teeth and boobs, I was a late-bloomer, but indeed, with the age of 31, I finally got some weight.
It's amazing.
I can sit in a chair without feeling my butt-bones grinding against my skin! I can wear clothing off the shelf! I can go three hours without eating and not faint or go homicidal! My elbows are no longer the widest part of my arms! My collarbones no longer catch crumbs!
I love you, you recent 10 lbs of flesh. You are my best friend ever.
PS: Please don't hate me. It's just genetics.
But I have a new best friend.
And it's in my pants.
Wait, wait, come back! This isn't one of those posts, don't worry. See, in the last year or so, I've gained about 10 lbs, and that makes me happier than a four year old with a pile of dirt.
I have always been underweight. I was told, in college, that I needed to gain 30 lbs and was put on a sure-fire weight gain diet that centered around ice cream, required seven meals a day, and made heavy girls glare at me with hate in their eyes while I stuffed my face and didn't gain an ounce. I had - and still have - no appreciation for my metabolism. I was not 'slender,' I was not 'svelte,' I was not even 'thin' - I was skinny. When I was in fourth grade, they sent me home with a note making sure my family had enough money to feed me. Every annual exam I've ever gotten comes with that 'Do you throw up after meals?' and 'Do you feel like you have to be thin to be popular' fishing to check and make sure I'm not bolemic. My butt goes completely numb after just 20 minutes on a hard bench or one of those awful metal folding chairs. I rattle around in those rides at the fair like a marble in a tennis shoe, and I'm deathly afraid I'm going to slip right out around those lap belt thingies that are supposed to hold you in while you're whipping around in space. I'm not short, either - I'm about 5'8, and finding clothing that hits my ankles and wrists but doesn't leave me swimming in excess material is a minor miracle.
Or at least - that used to be the case.
I was warned with zest by my older and plumper friends that my metabolism would change when I hit my late twenties. As with grown-up teeth and boobs, I was a late-bloomer, but indeed, with the age of 31, I finally got some weight.
It's amazing.
I can sit in a chair without feeling my butt-bones grinding against my skin! I can wear clothing off the shelf! I can go three hours without eating and not faint or go homicidal! My elbows are no longer the widest part of my arms! My collarbones no longer catch crumbs!
I love you, you recent 10 lbs of flesh. You are my best friend ever.
PS: Please don't hate me. It's just genetics.
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Date: 2007-12-18 12:47 am (UTC)Good entry and something I didn't really expect to read about. I know most wouldn't consider weight as a friend and I never really thought it about that way until I read this.
Congratulations
Date: 2007-12-18 01:01 am (UTC)My problem was digestive -- not being able to keep my stomach functional long enough to get enough food into the system. It's considerably better now, and my body has more padding, and my health is improved.
Gods help anyone who makes a comment about the weight or shape of my body, because they don't get a warning shot across the bow. They get hulled, set afire, and sunk posthaste.
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Date: 2007-12-18 01:07 am (UTC)And wow, great way to approach this!
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Date: 2007-12-18 01:41 am (UTC)But I don't *really* believe until I see pics *wink*
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Date: 2007-12-18 02:56 am (UTC)Bodies huh, big or small they certainly have their moments! :)
*HUGS*
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Date: 2007-12-18 03:16 pm (UTC)Seriously, glad to hear that you are gaining weight and are feeling GREAT!! :)
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Date: 2007-12-18 04:18 pm (UTC)but it all caught up with me after i hit 20. with interest. O_O
ooh, and make sure to remind us to vote! i'm one of those slow learners that needs to prodding. ;-)
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Date: 2007-12-18 09:11 pm (UTC)I love the way you told this...btw.
*HUGS*
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Date: 2007-12-20 03:13 am (UTC)Good take on the topic at hand.
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Date: 2007-12-20 06:47 pm (UTC)on your P.S. --
I think the media's obsession with (unnatural) thinness has had not only the negative effect of making naturally thick women starve and hate themselves, but also had the negative effect of making naturally slim women 'the enemy.' And it's hurtful to know that someone is feeling animosity toward you for the body nature gave you -- whether that be thick or thin!
Fortunately I think we as a society are slowly starting to embrace more of a variety in body shapes, and as we do I think self-body-hate and other-body-hate will diminish. Then we can all love our own shapes as well as everyone else's! Variety is beauty! :D
♥ ♥ ♥
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Date: 2007-12-20 07:50 pm (UTC)I love it!
Date: 2007-12-20 09:29 pm (UTC)Anyway, people who haven't been underweight for no reason just don't understand.
Hope the weight stops with that ten pounds. :) Doesn't go insane like mine did.
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Date: 2007-12-21 03:15 am (UTC)I often go to the doctor, and they ask me "are you alright?" I usually ask "aren't you supposed to be trying to figure that out?"
It does amuse me, wondering where all that food is getting off to. I'd like to get a bit bigger, but I guess I just can't.
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