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Last night I rented Super Size Me.
The concepts and information presented in documentaries such as Super Size Me or Farenheit 9/11 aren't all that shocking or new to me. I seek out alternative news sources; I read about nutrition and the food industry.
What I found so shocking was Spurlock's frighteningly rapid decent into poor health, in spite of his starting from a place that was well above that of the average American in terms of exercise, diet, and overall health. Are the rest of us walking fatty hearts and pickled livers?
Dealing with my own weight gain (at least 30lbs) since my September 2003 move from Manhattan to Beekman. Lack of money for the gym and poor dietary choices aside, I strongly believe that the bulk of my weight gain is a result of one thing.
I didn't own a car -- I didn't have a driving license -- until I moved out of Manhattan. In my retail work, I was definately a bit more active (on my feet) than I am in an office environment, but between the in-house thief tampering with employee's homemade lunches and the co-worker devotees of soap operas, trashy talk shows, and preachy court shows, I fled the employee break room for the comfort of the fat factory mall food court. Some malls have salad joints and such, but not the Poughkeepsie Galleria. It's all about fat, fat, fat.
And I think that it's my momentary unhappiness with my current body that is a factor in the recent low knitting quotient. In spite of a predominantly healthy and happy sense of self, on some level, I don't feel cute and fit enough to knit the items that most appeal to me. Why spend the time and money to create a piece of summer clothing that will make me feel like chunky mutton dressed as lamb? I apply this rationale to clothes shopping as well.
But that is another post.
The concepts and information presented in documentaries such as Super Size Me or Farenheit 9/11 aren't all that shocking or new to me. I seek out alternative news sources; I read about nutrition and the food industry.
What I found so shocking was Spurlock's frighteningly rapid decent into poor health, in spite of his starting from a place that was well above that of the average American in terms of exercise, diet, and overall health. Are the rest of us walking fatty hearts and pickled livers?
Dealing with my own weight gain (at least 30lbs) since my September 2003 move from Manhattan to Beekman. Lack of money for the gym and poor dietary choices aside, I strongly believe that the bulk of my weight gain is a result of one thing.
I didn't own a car -- I didn't have a driving license -- until I moved out of Manhattan. In my retail work, I was definately a bit more active (on my feet) than I am in an office environment, but between the in-house thief tampering with employee's homemade lunches and the co-worker devotees of soap operas, trashy talk shows, and preachy court shows, I fled the employee break room for the comfort of the And I think that it's my momentary unhappiness with my current body that is a factor in the recent low knitting quotient. In spite of a predominantly healthy and happy sense of self, on some level, I don't feel cute and fit enough to knit the items that most appeal to me. Why spend the time and money to create a piece of summer clothing that will make me feel like chunky mutton dressed as lamb? I apply this rationale to clothes shopping as well.
But that is another post.
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