No, I'm not talking about the skin-tight jeans some wear that appear to be painted on their juicy parts and make them look fat.
I'm talking about an actual gene that people who do studies say makes you fat.
Ok, maybe that's simplifying it too much, actually, it's a common genetic variation that makes people more likely to gain weight.
But you can combat it.
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In this writer's column, the writer talks about how obsessed we are with body image, to the point that our avartars (online illustrations we make of ourselves) are always thin.
Interesting.
She also brings up the JLH thing. You remember - Ms. Size 6 who said she didn't lose weight because of the bad press she got for looking 'fat,' but because she wanted to be leaner (Yeah, right).
The column also talks about the "Biggest Loser" shows, and her thoughts that they create a fantasy for us viewers that losing weight is easy, and that we feel good just watching those folks, but don't do it ourselves.
Hmmmm. . .
I'm all for losing weight, but why does "The Biggest Loser" have to humiliate the fat folks by putting them in spandex?
It's cruel and a crime against nature, really it is.
Her point is that all these things make us crazier about our weight. The Newsweek column makes some points.
Leave your comments and let me know your thoughts on this.
Readers, I'd like to hear from you.
Dear readers,
You may have noticed, but I'm in a bit of a blog slump.
Call it the 'end of summer' blues or the 'I can't lose weight' and 'can't think of anything funny to write' blues, but I'm in a funk.
It was confirmed when I saw my page hits went down last month.
:( :( :( :(
(I know. Those are very sad faces.)
I apologize to my loyal readers who stop by all the time and leave great comments. For my new readers, I'll do better.
So, I'm challenging myself. I'm going to start updating the blog several times a week again, so please check the page often.
Also, tell your friends. I love new readers, and new folks with any ideas on how to lose weight and keep it off (or on the best stores to shop for plus-sized clothing.)
Bookmark the blog page, www.yorkblog.com/weigh and visit me here often this month.
A woman in New York is looking for a nanny.
Her ad for the job begins with, "My kids are a pain."
Ok. . . that sounds really inviting.
She goes on to say, "I can be a tad difficult to work for. I'm loud, pushy and while I used to think we paid well, I am no longer sure."
Right. . . Wow. . .I don't know about you, but I'm sure most are looking for a boss with those qualifications (or already have one).
Well, a University of Virginia grad has taken the challenge.
I want you guys to join me in wishing this poor soul, I mean, new nanny, the best of luck.
On my way to physical therapy Saturday, I called my dad in Va.
He and I usually chat on Saturday about whatever explosion-filled, gory, scary or stupid movies we've seen lately or trade family gossip.
This Saturday, I had some bad news.
One of his favorite comedians, Bernie Mac, died.
Finish reading 'No, Dad, I'm not kidding' »Mondays.
I now hate Mondays, just like many other working people.
I just wanted to say that.
Or have you ever found grains of rice in the butter bowl?
A broken-off potato chip in the dip container?
Or left a little sour cream in the salsa from your last dipping experience?
I don't think it's just me, but I did find some rice in the butter bowl.
The crazy thing is - I can't remember the last time I made rice.
Hmmm. . . do you think there's some other person using my butter, or did the rice move into it of its own accord?
The mysteries never cease.
Now I know how the sour cream got in the salsa and the chip left in the dip.
My bad.
Have you guys ever seen this show?
It comes on Animal Planet, and basically, this English woman goes to people's home to help them do excorcisms on dogs from hell.
Some have called the dog trainer, Victoria, in a desperate state, because they no longer have control of their household. The dog is running things, acting out and being a general pain in the keister.
What!?!?!?!
Finish reading 'It's Me or the Dog?' »Ah, the eternal question of whether to choose a sex offender who you love, or to choose to be with your child. . .
What to do? What to do?
In this letter to Abby, the writer laments this point, saying her boyfriend, 'got himself into some trouble,' and now has be be a registered sex offender who can't be around children - even his own.
The couple has an 11-month-old daughter together. The writer would have to give up custody of the toddler to be with her true love.
What a quandry she's in. . . .
Ok, do you want to smack this woman, or should I?
Finish reading 'Your child or your sex offender boyfriend?' »On Saturday, my friend's daughter was in town.
She's six, and the coolest place on the planet to her right now is the swimming pool.
Because I'm into torture that includes sunburn and wedgies, I agreed to go with them to an area pool.
(Cue the screaming women again, or the screams from any woman who has to squeeze herself into a swimsuit then go out in public this summer.)
Anywho, as a chaperone on the great pool adventure, I noticed a lot of reasons to get back on the diet wagon.
Mostly, it was TMI (Too Much Information) on folks I hardly knew. As a trained observer, I saw waaaaaaay too much of everyone's business at the pool.
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