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Okay, first I have to share yet another article on how the obesity “epidemic” may be overblown in terms of how unhealthy it actually is to carry extra weight. Nobody disagrees that being morbidly obese is bad for you. However, yet another researcher says there isn’t necessarily a cause-and-effect relationship between stuff like type 2 diabetes and being overweight, yet overweight and obese get lumped together. There’s also stuff on the ridiculous BMI shit. Oh, and some things on how the drug companies pump a bunch of money into groups and research that hype how we are all gonna be enormous and doomed to drop dead at any moment by the year whatever. Drug companies that manufacture, oh, weight loss drugs.

So why is a committed fitness freak who makes part of her living helping people lose weight constantly pumping up stories about how fat isn’t necessarily bad for you? Oh, mostly because I HATE paranoia-inducing bullshit campaigns. Yeah, and as has been pointed out to me before, I can be kind of contrarian by nature. But gawd, this crap is annoying. As if there wasn’t enough social pressure to be thin. Now more elementary school kids are developing eating disorders, and yet the documented health effects of starving yourself rarely get mentioned—it’s considered sort of a virtue unless you take it slightly over the line and have to be hospitalized. If you wanna lose weight, cool, but since the title of the article says something about “Fear of a fat planet,” I’ll add, don’t believe the hype.

Other than that, I have very little to add, except that one side benefit of working out is this thing where I have to check my ego. All the time. Still. For example, I’ve been trying to do full integrity on shit instead of just going for speed, and because I’m still making a comeback, I’m trying to use lighter weights for certain movements that I might be not supposed to kinda do at all. Now, one of my workout tricks is going for “big dick” weights, because then if I fatigue out, I can look at the dick in my hands and say, “well, at least it’s massive, even if I can’t hoist it up again.” Now I have to use moderate size dick weights, and I’m just lame enough to feel lame about it. So I try and check that shit by saying, “Oh honey, size doesn’t matter.”

By the way, another trick I use when exercising in class is messing around a little during long sets, smirking smiling, keeping moving, doing odd dances, etc. This is actually a way of making myself think I’m not tired—like, how can I be tired when I can at least mouth the words to this shitty Paula Abdul song playing right now? Watch me and you’ll see this one in action. But I should add that sometimes I have to just get down to business and forgo it, especially when doing something I’m still learning how to do or when my antics are gonna fuck with other people in class or when I’m ready to admit to myself that I’m going to the edge of my abilities.

But mostly I just fuck around in in the corner. With my big dick weights. Oh my god, am I a guy?

Update: This has little to do with fitness, but how much do I love this? Because I need you to be more constructive with your feedback please. I want a rap name as good as theirs.

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