Posts Tagged ‘Want’

Want to arm wrestle?

I have previously discussed (in my Undoctored Blog) how loss of muscle mass is a phenomenon of aging with up to 50% loss of muscle mass from age 25 to 75, especially bad if you yo-yo dieted over the years. We’ve all seen it: Aging involves reduced ability to climb stairs, hike, wrestle with a shovel, hoist heavy grocery bags, eventually leading to need for a cane, walker, wheelchair, or Boy Scout to assist you in crossing the street. Severe muscle loss, sarcopenia, is a close cousin of frailty.

Fat People Still Have To Eat, And Sometimes I Don’t Want Salad

Right now I’m sitting in a hipster coffee shop drinking a latte that was so pretty that I didn’t want to touch it. They serve the biggest, most ridiculous doughnuts I’ve ever seen, and I’ve been to some pretty ridiculous doughnut shops. The lattes here are too delicious to express with words, and on this day of rest, I decided to indulge in (part of) a doughnut. They’re so big that if I tried to eat it all I’d probably end up at the emergency room, or maybe I’d just feel sick. I don’t intend to find out. I spend a lot of time sharing my thoughts and ideas – on social media, here on the blog and in person with friends and family. I’m honest about my journey, struggles and victories, and it helps me keep track of where I’ve been and where I’m going. Being as open as I am also invites judgement, sometimes even from well-meaning people who just don’t have a clue. I like food…sushi, cookies, lattes, etc. Sometimes I eat that stuff, and if I’m eating something pretty I’m probably going to post it on Instagram. I’m as open about that as I would be about posting […]
All the Weigh

I Don’t Want Everything To Change

I’ve been extremely open about the fact that I’m having weight-loss surgery this week, and the majority of people have been encouraging. I keep hearing that my entire life is about to change, and people say that with such hope. That statement, which always comes from well-meaning people, is so discouraging to me. I don’t want […]

“I Don’t Want Your Pity; I Want Pizza.”

I was at a party tonight, and I’m happy to say that I lived through the torture. Unfortunately, food has dictated my life for longer than I’d like to admit, and right now I’m making some strides to change that. For me, that means that I’m going to let it (err, the lack of it) […]