Adventure! (Secretly exercise.)

[featherynscale]

Last night, the weather was lovely, with temperatures in the range in which all three members of our household are comfortable. Given my dislike of cold, and triadruid's general state of fuzziness (read: insulation), this ideal range seems to be about six degrees, possibly 67F (below which I am Too Cold) to 73F (above which he is Too Hot). kittenpants' preferences seem to fall between his and mine.

So it seemed like a good idea to take a walk. And further, it seemed like a good idea to walk to a place where we could have dinner. This turned out to be Dragon Dynasty, a little Chinese restaurant about 2 miles west of the house. Now, it's pretty alarming when any of us have any urges towards anything that might be described as exercise for its own sake, but to get all three of us to do it? Insane. Still, happy walk, happy dinner. We might do it again, even.

I support that, having recently come to the conclusion that I am Much Too Fat. This must end. Now, I don't want to be 110 pounds (which is the low end of the recommended weight range for my height) by any stretch of the imagination -- in fact, if I were, I'd probably be dead. My frame is wide and solid enough that at 140 (5 pounds above the *high* end of the recommended weight range), all my bones stick out in alarming and disgusting ways. At that weight, I look like the Keira Knightley of dwarves, which nobody wants. But 150, 150 would be all right.

On the other hand, I do not find dieting or exercise even remotely interesting. I have no problem with doing these things, but I don't ever want to be the sort of person that talks about, say, their food choices incessantly. I work with some of those, and I wish to avoid them whenever possible. So I'll be trying to not develop that tendency. In particular, if anyone ever finds me complaining about the fact that someone has made cake available, or the like, please just take me out back and put a bullet in my brain. That is a clear sign that my usefulness to the human race will be at an end.

Comments

[matchgirl42.livejournal.com]

Eh. Sorry if I made you uncomfortable, but I do tend to get enthusiastic often. In my defense, I *did* put it under a cut. :D

And, no, I'm not likely to become obsessive about what I do and do not eat. More an observation really. Kinda like, "Oh. Okay, that was interesting."

[featherynscale.livejournal.com]

Wasn't about you -- I really have no problem when people want to celebrate things, whatever those things happen to be. I'm talking about the public self-flagellation over eating the wrong thing, or the ascription of sabotage to someone who merely has made a food available to a group of people, or the inability to simply say, "No thank you, I wouldn't like any cake" without making a vast production about how awful it is that there is cake and don't people know that's bad for you, or the unasked-for observations about The Awful Things Other People Are Eating.

It's all of a piece with other self-righteousness, inability to make one's own decisions, public handwringing shame and doom, and so on. Going "Woo hoo, my pants don't fit!" every now and again is fine. ;)

[matchgirl42.livejournal.com]

Oh, good then. I try to avoid things like that, ya know?

And heh. My mom *is* all about sabotage, in her never-ending quest to make her children clinically insane. My sister and I discussed this today, and emphatically agree. She'll spend days and sometimes weeks espousing eating healthy, cutting carbs, saying things like "you've got to get healthier!" and "That's it! No more sweets in this house..." until she's blue in the face. And then, 2 days later, we've got cake, cookies, M&M's, ice cream, little debbies....and if we don't want any, she'll talk loudly and incessantly, following us from room to room, about how good it is. Bah. Or maybe she's just clinically insane. It's possible. In no way does that validate me not taking responsibility for my own choices, though. I've been weak and I know it. Now, it's like I've got a fresh surge of willpower, and it's like "Whoa. Hey. Wow." Quoth the sis: "Okay, who are you, and what have you done with my sister?"

But dude. I know what you mean. That one doctor that I spoke to you about at Con? I was eating my lunch today....swedish meatballs with egg noodles and sauce...and he made a point to come over and tell me how awful and bad it was for me, and how I should be eating a salad instead. *quirkle* I just gave him a look like "WTF dude? Am I asking you to eat this? No, I am not. Did I ask you for advice about my food choices? No, I did not." After about 5 minutes one of the clinicians came over and engaged him in conversation, drawing him away from my table. Thank goodness, really.