Saturday, September 3, 2011

Diets are for Pansies

My age and my birth control have finally caught up with me. As I prepared to shower I noticed something out of place... A lone faint stretch mark marring my freckle stained alabaster flesh. Now I have to make a decision. Do I give up and buy larger clothes, submitting to the common American affliction? Nay! I have far too much pride for that. I think.

As a 5'3 caucasioid weighing in at 135, I don't look overweight. In fact, when I grouch to coworkers they look at me like I'm crazy when I say I want to lose 20 pounds. My family and Bubby however see me more clearly. At 16 I weighed 110. At 20 I weighed 115. The quick and steady weight gain is the abysmal repercussion of a sedentary work life (every other job I've had has kept me on my feet or on the go) and a distaste for sweating. They say during college you put on 15 pounds, but I was the exception to that. I stayed steadily slim until this demon of a lifestyle set it's gaping maw on my vitality and spunk.

Given my circumstances I don't really know how I missed it. As a former amateur model and actress I've always been very aware of my figure and how my body reacts to my lifestyle. Perhaps it is a twist of fate that I haven't done any acting since college and my weight has sky rocketed. An after work improv group plus some buckling down on working out every day may be the key to my success. But how to find an improv group who would accept me into their wacky embrace in a town I don't know? Assistance would not be dismissed *wink*.

Until tomorrow, random person who accidentally came across my blog and read the first two sentences!