I don't know what's worse, the end of all the Christmas commercials, the beginning of all the political commercials or the onslaught of all the weight loss and get in shape commercials. As fitness and nutrition was my life, I paid no mind to those commercials. I would look on with pity at all the New Years Resolutioners, knowing that in a month, two at the most they would be gone and back to their prior lives. I don't want to say I was smug per se, but I took pride in the fact that I stayed in shape all year and did not need to gather the troops in January for the war on fat.
Ah the glory days. Now that I am sick and have put on X number of pounds(not on your life), I have a whole new perspective. First off I want to run over every person I see out speed walking or running. But I have to settle for flipping them off and hoping they get a stress fracture. (Keep in mind this comes from jealousy). Secondly, I want to throw my remote at the screen as endless celebrities spout off on this weight loss program and that program. If someone wanted to pay me 4 million dollars to lose weight, pay for a trainer and someone to cook my meals, I could lose weight on the moon. Do they seriously think we buy that? UH yeah, in case you haven't heard, the weight loss business is worth billions of dollars.
As a woman in her 40's(what the hell, all you have to do is look at the year I graduated from high school my facebook page.) I have heard that wonderful little tid bit that makes us all want to kill ourselves. That statistic that in order to MAINTAIN our weight we have to work out a minimum 20 minutes a day!(can you hear the screaming)?
I wonder how many calories you burn throwing remotes at the TV?
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