Hm. I almost don't remember a time before I was aware that I was chubby. I learned at a very early age that I was short and overweight. Looking back at very early pictures, I really wasn't that much over, I just needed more exercise and a healthy diet, but my mother was projecting her fears about herself onto me. I gained more weight as I grew older, partially because my religious beliefs interfered with my playing with children in the neighborhood, so I mostly stayed inside and read.
When I left for my first, abortive year of christian college when I was 18, I was 5'5" or 5'6", weighed 169, and had virtually no muscle.
I started losing the chub when I was 19, mostly through dramatically upping my activity level, and paying some damn attention to what I was eating. I stopped eating mayonaise and fried foods altogether. I had an 8 pack before I was 20, and had dropped down, at my lowest, to a very muscular 132 lbs.
My weight varies a little here and there. When I was at Fort Lewis, about 18 mos ago, I was drinking a good bit (maybe avg of 2/day), paying no attention
to what I was eating, and was only exercising during team PT. I woke up one day, and asked myself what I was doing. I had gotten flabby again, and was up to 164.
Well, I stopped drinking for a couple of months, started paying attention to what I was eating, and started hitting the gym on my own time every day. I dropped 6 lbs, while gaining the most muscle I've ever had.
For me, it's a matter of asking myself, "Hey! What are you
doing?" when I'm losing control of the whole diet thing (I'm a major sugar junkie). Then I eat reasonably and exercise. No magic, just hard work.
I have been discriminated against because of my religion. I have been discriminated against because of my height. I have been discriminated against because of my sex. I have been discriminated against because of my "orientation". I have been discriminated against because of my age. I have been discriminated against because of my political ideals, my clothes, and other possessions.
I have been discriminated against because of my weight- but I kinda think I had that one coming. Yup, I've known morbidly obese people that could do things that most people wouldn't think possible of anyone- things I wasn't *quite* capable of doing- but that doesn't mean (with the exception of those
who have genuine medical issues) that I don't feel that those who are more than a few pounds overweight are short-changing themselves, and if they care so little for themselves, why the hell should I care much for them?
I don't believe in being rude to anyone, especially those I disagree with, and saying rude things to people is just bad form. Danny, in your position, anyone
laying hands on my belly suddenly had better be damn cute, or they'd be drawing back a mangled hand. I suppose I admire your restraint. Touching is
assault, and you are entitled to defend against it.
John