As I watched my room mate effortlessly cram a greasy Friendly's tuna melt into her perfect skinny body, I briefly thought "I would kill to have her metabolism." If I so much as eyeball a deep-fried anything I feel half a pound travel through the air from the food to me and attach itself firmly to my hips. If I had her metabolism I could eat anything, all that greasy food, all that sugar, all that fatty food that right now is off limits....
And thats when it hit me. I could eat all those things, and I probably would if I could get away with it. It hit me then, why on earth would I be wishing I could eat that junk? Aside from the addictive tastiness of some of those foods, there is no reason on earth I would want that stuff in my body. Sure, with the right metabolism I could still be thin, but what about acne, high blood pressure, heart attacks, sluggishness, all the other horrible things those foods cause?
So right now I would like to say that I love my body. I love it for holding me to a higher standard. For having a built in alarm system that makes it look nasty on the outside when I put nasty things on the inside. Now I see people that can eat anything and stay thin not as having "enviable metabolism" but as having a body that has lowered its standards and surrendered to the American fast food phenomenon. I am so grateful to my body for saying to me "I'm not going to take this. You will not be rewarded unless you put the right stuff in here." On that note, I'm glad my body refuses to let me be lazy. If I could drop pounds without working out, I sure would. But my body says "No. You will work and sweat to earn the appearance you want."
So this is my moment of zen, the first time I have seen my body for what it is; a beautiful creation of self-motivation towards health. I don't need someone to tell me I should work out or tell me to eat healthy, my body forces me to do these things if I want to look and feel my best. I don't think I've loved my body this much in a long time.
And thats when it hit me. I could eat all those things, and I probably would if I could get away with it. It hit me then, why on earth would I be wishing I could eat that junk? Aside from the addictive tastiness of some of those foods, there is no reason on earth I would want that stuff in my body. Sure, with the right metabolism I could still be thin, but what about acne, high blood pressure, heart attacks, sluggishness, all the other horrible things those foods cause?
So right now I would like to say that I love my body. I love it for holding me to a higher standard. For having a built in alarm system that makes it look nasty on the outside when I put nasty things on the inside. Now I see people that can eat anything and stay thin not as having "enviable metabolism" but as having a body that has lowered its standards and surrendered to the American fast food phenomenon. I am so grateful to my body for saying to me "I'm not going to take this. You will not be rewarded unless you put the right stuff in here." On that note, I'm glad my body refuses to let me be lazy. If I could drop pounds without working out, I sure would. But my body says "No. You will work and sweat to earn the appearance you want."
So this is my moment of zen, the first time I have seen my body for what it is; a beautiful creation of self-motivation towards health. I don't need someone to tell me I should work out or tell me to eat healthy, my body forces me to do these things if I want to look and feel my best. I don't think I've loved my body this much in a long time.