Marry me, Dr. Purnell

Whilst searching for the actual Oregonian article that sensationalized the NEJM study, I found this reponse by an associate professor at OHSU. Thank God someone in the medical field responded.

I still think this issue needs to be discussed further in a public forum. And I’m still really pissed.

Oh…and here’s the article that ran in the Oregonian.

OHNOZE!!!!!

According to the New England Journal of Medicine I AM BAD FOR YOUR HEALTH. I will make you fat. I am contagious.

Even if their findings are ’scientific’ or ‘accurate’ is still useless information. In the Oregonian yesterday, one of the doctors associated with this study said that it wasn’t his intention to suggest that thin people avoid being friends with fat people…but damn!!! What ELSE is a reader going to assume? Who wants to be fat?

I have never been so pissed in all my life. Even if it’s TRUE…what the FUCK??? As if fat people didn’t ALREADY feel alienated and unloved and  unwanted…now there’s a medical study that confirms the undeniable and concrete proof that we should be sequestered from society because….OH MY GOD WE ARE MAKING EVERYONE AROUND US FAAAAAAAAAAT!!!!

*takes a deep breath*

I half expect an angry, albiet thin, mob to take me away to fat camp or an obesity clinic or whatever the hell…

Fat people don’t need this shit. I say that all fat people should go out in public in skin tight and barely there clothing, sit their fat asses in restaraunt seats and booths and stuff their faces just to spite the New England Journal of Fucking Medicine.

I may be changing my lifestyle to become healthier…but that doesn’t mean that I don’t DEMAND respect as a human being. GOD!!!

Amid the big push to erase intolerance and bigotry aimed towards people of color, religion, and sexual orientation…fat people are still fair game.  I refuse to roll over and take it. I’m here, I’m fat, GET. THE FUCK. OVER IT.

Numbers!

Okay readers. Inch loss update! Two weeks ago my measurements didn’t really reflect anything notable. This week, however, provided some very lovely numbers. So, the inches lost are from the last recorded measurement on 6/23. Total inches are in, as usual, parentheses as of January.

Neck: +.15 (-0.5)

Upper Arm: -0.5 (-3)

Chest: -0.5 (-3.5)

Waist: -1 (-5.5)

Hips: -0.75 (-5)

Thigh: -0.5 (-3)

Calf: -0.5 (-1.5)

Body Total: -3.75 (-22)

Goal #2

So…as far as number goals go, #2 was to reach 44 inches around my waist.

This morning was an official measurement day and I reached 44 inches! That’s a total of 5.5 inches in seven months. Yaaaay! As my reward, I went out and bought a pair of new jeans. In actuality, I bought two pairs, as well as three new shirts and two pairs of shoes. Besides the jeans, the other stuff was procured cheaply…so, I’m not really frittering. Although…I sorta am. Ah well…I made a goal and I stuck with it. Bully for me! Haha.

Yadda yadda yadda.

So…things are going well. I’m just living life as usual. Working out, trying to stick to eating fresh foods, etc. I’m pretty fed up with the scale though. I mean…I’m losing inches, I feel thinner, sleeker, and more confident in public. But that god damn scale is not. budging. So…I’m not going to weigh myself for a very long time. I’m doing too well to be brought down by a fucking number.

However. I will be making some more dietary changes, and I’m still trying to get myself out there for that extra day of exercise during the week. Take that, fat.

I’m finally comfortable in my exercise clothing. I really like my capris. They are form fitting, but they don’t, like, contour to every single fat roll. It doesn’t matter anyway because my shirt is long enough so all that doesn’t show. LOL. Honestly, I’ll probably need new clothes in the next couple of months if my inch-loss continues the way it has.

Maybe that’s wishful thinking.

At any rate… things are good. Just trying to stick with what I’m doing while adding new things to the routine.

I had a rough week last week, though. No motivation to do anything, or stick with anything…basically…bad attitude all around. But, things are better and I’m getting excited again to keep exercising and move things up a notch.