Thursday, 17 May 2012
My Inner Obese Self
Was last night dreaming of Prawn Crackers. Maybe it was because I was cream crackered after my 'run' around the block three times. I just couldn't get to sleep until about midnight. The tops of my feet were throbbing as were the rest of my limbs. I really don't think taking up running at 38 is a good idea and I still hate every part of it. I am sure I could fast walk the 5km than 'run' it. When I jog, then walk, my legs are so heavy, so dead, that I walk at an incredible slow pace. I did see a mum I knew - any excuse to stop - who was yet another runner who told me "I hated it at first". I don't intend on taking it up full-time but you never know. The one thing I do like about it is you can just chuck on your trainers, plug in your ipod and away you go. No having to be at a class at a certain time, wait for an instructor, drive back and shower etc. The whole process takes up far less time.
I also saw a boy who is in my daughters' class (age 5) so I had the added embarrassment of running past, whilst mustering up enough breath to say "hello" to his dad. This is in addition to my arse playing catch up with the rest of my body and my face looking like its about to explode. This was about 7.45 pm and I did think the boy should be in bed by now and out of his school uniform. Not walking with his dad who was merrily drinking a can of Fosters. I can still cast judgement on people even whilst physically exhausted!
Whilst we're on the running subject I read in the paper this week that the new mid life crisis for a man, the forty something, (which is beyond middle aged - you all know my thoughts on that) is to take up running. It pointed out that this can be incredible unhealthy for them as it puts pressure on the heart, lungs and joints. I would say this would have to be same for women too. By all accounts once you hit a certain age mid 30's you cannot improve on muscle tone and this has a bearing. But then what's worse, the health implications of running or the health implications of being overweight/obese? Basically you can still attain fitness benefits by walking fast and other exercises without having the impact that running does for you.
Now as this is a diet blog I may as well share the other fact that is doing the rounds in the papers (I'm sure they just regurgitate them) about fat. How we are obsessed with not eating fat. Well I don't think that obsessed judging by our waistlines. How eating low fat yogurts, low fat milk etc is worse for you. I kind of already knew this and do eat full fat yogurts now. Our body will naturally do away with the fat we don't need. In the 1970's our fat consumption was 50% a day. The article said you don't get fat by eating fat. Its sugar that is enemy number one for a dieter because a lot of low fat products will substitute fat with sugar or other chemicals. Its best just to eat the natural foods. My husband, to the point as always, said "look, if you eat too much of anything be it sugar, fat and don't move you'll get fat. Simple."
So why did I dream of prawn crackers? Well my inner obese self eats Chinese food and lots of it. Its up there with my frazzle fetish and if I were a contestant on The Biggest Loser it would be sitting in the food cabinet behind me. They would take footage of me gorging on Chinese food. This goes way back when and today I don't really enjoy it that much only have it about 4 times a year.
It all started when I was 15 and seeing a fella briefly. He asked if I had ever had a Chinese. It wasn't a metaphor he really was asking if I had every tasted it. My parents were away and I had my first taste of Chinese food. We never had take-aways up to that point. The only take-away we had was fish and chips before and after going on holiday - so once a year. Moving on from my introduction to Chinese food, my friend and I would walk the streets at night as bored teenagers do and go to the Chinese take-away. We'd get sweet and sour chicken balls (you know the really ghastly deep fried ones) and sit at the bus stop dipping them into the sauce followed by a cigarette. Quality. I'm from Crawley what can I say.
Then when I moved in with my psychotic ex in 1997 we would often frequent the all you could eat buffet at a Chinese in London for about £6 a pop. And pop is what I did after leaving that place. We also used to do the same at home and pile it high with all manner of grease - sticky ribs, egg fried rice, prawn crackers etc. I had graduated to sweet and sour prawns Hong Kong style instead of the balls by then and let us not forget the duck. I easily put on a stone when we first moved in together.
So much like the The Buffet Girl and Frazzles, Chinese food is very much part of my inner obese self and I like to keep it suppressed as much as possible. I have no idea why it re-surfaced last night. It is more likely to appear, on the balance of probabilities, than my inner slim self I am sure. Maybe it was rebelling following on from my little stint at running. Who knows? What I do know is this - I buried it right back down into the vaults alongside the prawn crackers.