Sunday, 19th November 2017
THE PRICKLY PAIR Article
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Watch your figure, its almost summer.

Watch your figure, its almost summer.

This matter is too large to fit in one edition.

Although I am lucky to have a figure with curves in the right places and all that, I have had my weight problems like everyone else, well may be not as some of you who are obese, inactive, overindulging and generally life threateningly fat. You don’t want to be that skinny, you need to find a balance between size “O” and a whopper, which, according to Burger King, means a lump of meat.

I think models have naturally arrived at size ”0” through evolution in order to scale down their B.M.I. (Body Mass Index) to match the amount of the brain cells they actually use. As a matter of fact, underweight models have been banned by Spain. Well, what do you expect? With the strong similarity in pronunciation between ”Guapa” and ”Whopper” and a Mediterranean diet, it is not easy to find many underweight paniards. As a matter of fact I do believe that such models have been banned by all countries with a Mediterranean diet. So much for that myth!

Just because I have been blessed with a virtually perfect figure, it does not mean to say that I have not found myself having to shift that dreaded couple, of pounds. I can tell you I have found myself still sitting up at 3.30 in the morning, taking out yet another cigarette, not bothering to turn on the lights or the telly, gulping down another glass of water. My hands shaking and the stomach feeling so empty as if my organs had been removed; even my hearing became supersensitive as I started to hear every snoring breath and fart, not just from my partner, but the next door’s neighbour’s too.

 


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I even felt light headed (shame it wasn’t 20 kgs lighter). And that was only with a couple of pounds to shift! I did not bother weighing myself or joining a slimming club or gym; nobody binges in those places and I don’t like anyone telling me what I can or can’t eat. Anyway, I can’t see another dozen fat women from the slimming club coming round at 3.30 in the morning to give me moral support.

Here is a tip. Before starting I wrote down a list of can eat and can’t eat, it was not difficult. The do’s was grilled, boiled, greens, fruit, some pasta soups, etc. and lots of water. The don’ts were everything I live on; you know, bread, butter, choc, crisps, nuts, and so on.

You see? I know all about slimming, I think that all fat people do. Don’t bother to go to the doctor to have your thyroid gland checked out; you already know why you are fat: you can’t stop pigging out. My sister in law had an overactive thyroid and she was always slim though she was always out of breath, something to do with her heart rate. Well, I am always out of breath and I am sure my heart rate isn’t that good.

So what’s the difference? She seems to have got to be slim into the bargain. I suggested we could have a transplant. She could have my bust and I could have her gland. Imagine how much that would save the NHS!

After making the list, it will become obvious why you are fat. Most of your usual food will be in the right hand column, on the don’t eat list. It is not the thyroid problem, nor the slow metabolism, not the huge bones or water retention. It is your mouth all along; you just can’t stop putting fattening stuff in it. And the problem is not so much eating what you can’t eat, but knowing when to stop.

So remember ladies, try not to become obsessed while you are dieting, and avoid thinking about food twenty-four hours a day. On the other hand, maybe that is where you’re going wrong; if you spend more time
thinking about food and less time doing it, you wouldn’t be so fat in the first place.

I told you this matter was too large to fit into one edition.



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