Even though weight loss as well as maintenance tend to be very hard battles, at least at times… even though being heavy can so easily turn into a bane of constant health problems here and there… can we say that, in a way, we overweight people may be luckier than the always-thin people regarding health matters - provided, of course, that we don’t close our eyes on the signals?
This is a thought that stemmed from a forum conversation, not so long ago. Evidently, I’m not going to claim that we’re the luckiest people on Earth in everything, because it’s clearly not true and it’d be stupid to do so. However, if looking at it from a whole other perspective, the fact that we take on weight “so easily”, albeit unfair, is also to me a clear and loud warning that should be taken as such, and not as a reason for a poor-me attitude.
What about “the thin people who can eat whatever they want and never take a gram”? Well, alright, so they can eat at McJunk’s everyday and still remain fit… in appearance. Does that mean that they’re also okay on the inside? Not so much, right? After all, high cholesterol and levels of triglycerides aren’t something that is only seen in overweight people. Perhaps they can get away with eating junk food on the outside, yet health remains a whole other matter.
And there we are, there we stand, piling up unwanted pounds, year after year… I know that for me, at least, my weight gain was clearly due to bad foods, and this is also clearly something I can and need to change myself. I could have gained weight due to thyroid problems, or to another kind of illness, the point would still be the same: it’s a symptom, a warning from my body that something is not right.
Right now, I don’t think that I have to see this as a terrible curse, such as “the curse of not being able to pig out on all and everything like thin people seem to do”. I’m convinced that I should simply “accept” it, look at it in another way. It’s my body speaking, my body telling me that even now, it can’t totally get away with the junk foods, my body giving the warning signal in a very open manner. It’s still time to act, to do my best to reverse the machinery, so to say. It’s not too late. As long as I am alive and able to make my own choices, I refuse to think it may be too late.
Or I could go on thinking in a “poor-me” fashion, and marvel over how my sister is always so slim - as well as how pale, ill and constantly tired she looks.
