I’ve been thinking a lot lately about ugly words. Obese is a real ugly word. Aside from its meaning, it just sounds bad. When you say, “That guy is obese” it doesn’t portray a pretty picture.
Svelte. Now that’s a cool sounding word. That’s something obese people would probably want to be if they weren’t obese.
Most of us have been svelte at some points in our lives. I remember being svelte when I was about four, although I’m sure my brother, who was seven when I was four and wore the same size clothes as I did would probably disagree.
He’s just ‘big-boned’
There was a term my sweet grey-haired mother used called “big-boned,” which basically implied that my infrastructure was the source of my weight issues. Mothers are like that, especially for their babies.
As you might tell from this discussion, I’m on another of my periodic weight-loss programs.
I’ve been at it since November and so far it is working out. I actually wore a pair of pants last night that
I haven’t worn in four or five years, but I still have a long way to go.
Five years ago I lost about 40 pounds and then over the course of two years put it all back on.
That was a little discouraging, needless to say, but it led me to believe that no matter how successful my current diet and exercise program is, there is never going to be a point where I can eat all the things that I really like and give up taking long walks.
One of my serious addictions is to chocolate chip cookies.
CC cookie monster
I love Harrison Home Bakery cookies, but I also love to make my own. With my wife recuperating from her recent hip surgery, we collaborated on a batch.
I just ate one before I began writing this column. Don’t worry, I’m not falling off the wagon.
Of the several dozen cookies that were baked, I managed to refrain from all but three of them. Typically,
I would eat at least three from the first batch that came out of the oven, not to mention just about all the rest.
I do want to live a long healthy life, but it bugs me that when I visit the doctor and he performs his examination, the cure for all my maladies seems to be the same thing: lose some weight.
Apparently I’ve stumbled onto the Fountain of Youth; eat better and exercise more.
I guess I’m fortunate that my legs and joints are healthy enough that I can take long walks on the treadmill, or maybe come May or June, walk outside in the park.
The diet part is pretty tough because everything I enjoy seems bad for me.
I’m starting to get used to it again. I don’t think I’ll ever enjoy not eating whatever I want whenever I want, but I do like the fact that my shirts fit better except for the ones I bought when I was much heavier.
Wearing clothes that hung in my closet for several years is encouraging. And just like my childhood days,
I’ll always have my memories of those chocolate chip cookies, chicken wings, and pizza. Now those were the good old days.
Bob Hyle covers sports and writes a weekly column for The Harrison Press. He lives in Bright.