And I told her
“Don’t be stupid ‘cause you’re looking great”
And I call her String Bean Jean because the label on her jeans says
Seven to eight years old – well that’s pretty small.
“A bit podgy”
That’s what I was called last night.
“Du hast zugenommen”
Was the first thing Carola, my neighbour, said to me when I saw her today.
I obviously look like a beached whale! My body mass index might technically still count as “ideal”, but after five weeks of not running, I’m apparently turning into Mr. Obese. Why oh why haven’t I been sticking my fingers down my throat after every meal? Why did I have that second, calorie-laden, glass of water last night? Why did I go shopping in France this morning?
Okay, I went shopping in France to get decent salad (and humous and cous cous and quiche and some pâté en croûte for a quick snack) and because “I was near”. But I need to cut out the second glass of water until I’m able to do sport again.
German Phrase For Today: “Kalorienarm” – Tasteless
Song playing as this was published: Belle & Sebastian “String Bean Jean”
Nice to see you back. I was afraid you had died. I’m glad you’re alive and well, if a little pudgy.
I like the graphic. You know, BMI is a bit whack as a measurement. I am officially obese according to it. But then, I am very short.
And by the same token, I’m anorexic, even after weeks of thesis writing that has seen my six-pack turn into two squidy tires (I don’t really care, but I feel less fit, which is demoralising). I’ve missed your writings; it’s nice to hear a squeak after all this time, though the fat around your vocal chords has lowered the pitch a few octaves. I’m sure you’re still beautiful.
BlogFly: “Afraid I had died“? A good point. I should really change my will and give someone the power of attorney / my wordpress password if ever such event were to come about. And you never know, higher body weight = greater risk of disease and so on…
EasyJetsetter: Yes, BMI tends to go a bit awry as height moves away from the average and I do still have unfairly lithe legs.
Stairs: I know, posting about one’s waistline is a sure sign that you are an obsessive narcissist, but I’m not that bothered about the weight gain (I can still just about see the outline of the abdominal muscles if I raise my arms, breathe in and use my imagination) it’s more the lack of fitness and stamina - I must wait at least two more weeks before running again and I started to get twitchy after about ten days.
I hope the thesis is progressing well at least?
Did you write this… or did I?
Take comfort in the fact that you are not alone!
Wonderful! I love men who have a lot to show
ms mac: It was all my own work, I’m afraid. By the way, fancy a piece of chocolate cake, I have some before me?
lisa: Yes. Quite. There is just more of me to love (oh, how I hate to quote my father).
Corrr! Do I?
The “afraid you were dead” thing occurred to me as well (eek! how near to being a me-too was that?), although in all honesty I start thinking similar things if someone gets stuck at the checkout in Sainsbury’s. But one advantage of such perpetual worrying is that I end up obscenely thin (or it could be the forgetting to eat that does it).
But thinness does have disadvantages too. Like wetsuits not working because of the cavities, or running the risk of having the person leaning on the balcony rail next to me notice our shadows and point out that my waist is one post and two gaps wide. Er, thanks for that, as I realise I can only just get my foot through gap in the railing.
Maybe we ought to set up an exchange like Zopa for body mass (although I’m not sure how we figure out interest rates).
Just noticed at the bottom of the page:
In Actual Fact is 2005 actualfactual
Oops, maybe?
Well, after all the talk of internal bleeding, I also thought something might have gone horribly wrong. Good to know it’s only a few pounds. I’ve become more than a big podgy over the summer and MUST do something about it. Right after I finish my cake.
Is this all contagious…..I put on 3 kilo when on holiday a few weeks back, and I have just added another since then. By Xmas I could be…..well……Mr Fat Bastard
Must admit I thought you might have died as well due to the number of accidents you have!
But very glad you did not.
Lucky for you I’m a trained nurse!
ok I’m not really, but it’s nice to know all is well with you
I’ve been overweight since I was a baby and I’ve been struggling with it my whole life, but I’m a happy person and at last health check apart from being overweight the doctor said I was in perfect health.
That being the case- WHERE oh WHERE is my chocolate cake?
I’ve really tried to get as fit as possible over the summer because winter will come and you know what that means- winter speck time.
Come to London at once. I’m very unhappy here.
Keep this up, and one day you can contend with me for title of “manmountain”.