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Thursday, December 10, 2009

What's your excuse for not being as healthy as you should be?

I've heard plenty of people use the excuse, "I just love food too much!" Lame. Ok, let's get one thing straight here--no one loves food more than I do. But, I don't give myself the green light to stuff my face with whatever craving I'm having at the moment just because I want it.

This excuse is usually used one of two ways. One being, "Eh, my belly roll doesn't bother me enough to quit my weekly visit to Chipotle." Ok, that I understand. However, some people act as if they have a strange disease that forces french fries and Snickers bars past their lips every day. Why? Because they just love food sooo much. Now that is something I just do not comprehend. C'mon now.

One thing that keeps me from having the body I want is the fact that I can't close my eyes and picture myself any other way than what I am now (well, except for chubbier...because I have been). I'm the funny girl with a pretty face who has not-so-terrible bikini bod. I've never been the "hot girl," so it's hard for me to imagine that there could come a time when I didn't feel the need to cover my tummy with a couch pillow every time I sit down. (Girls, you know what I'm talking about).

It's the same with friends, too--they get used to everyone's "role" in the group. If the funny girl turns into the hot girl, what happens then? It's just weird--change is a hard thing to adapt to. I've lost a bit of weight since high school and college and have kept it off for the most part. When I first started losing the weight, friends would say to me, "Ok, you look great, but don't lose any more!" One friend even subtly asked if I had a "problem." (I can safely say that I do love food way too much to ever have that kind of problem). And I know my friends weren't saying these things to be rude--they just weren't used to seeing their friend Ellen any way other than what they had known for so many years.

Does this make sense at all? I think this feeling has something to do with what I said in this post about wanting to be the relatable friend. So what about you: What's your excuse for not being as healthy as you should be?