fatty, fatty two-by-four
I don’t know where that came from. I remember some thing that kids would chant at one another and it had those words in it.
Man, kids can be mean, can’t they? Thinking back, I can’t remember one kid of my youth that was even near being overweight. They were either healthy or even underweight but never overweight.
Even me, as a kid…I was skinny as a rail. Tall and thin.
On NPR this morning there was a little segment about French women and how they are getting bigger. They’ve reached the dizzying height of 5’3″ on average! Whoa! And they weigh a whopping 138 pounds on average. I’m shocked! And then the caveat…”But American women are still bigger.” Well, duh! First of all, our average height is 3 inches taller.
And I have to say, going to the gym every other day, I feel like I’m surrounded by a bunch of people who spend hours and hours and days and days at the gym. Seriously. I think that’s all they do. I don’t think they have jobs. But they are skinny.
I’m the cow there. I’m typically the biggest woman in the room. And that does nothing for my self-esteem, I can assure you. It makes me not want to go back – but go back, I do. I plug away. I lose myself in the tunes on my iPod and pray that no one looks at my butt while I try to walk away those pounds.

Well, exercise should be a lifestyle, not a fad, as some people make it. I’ve always been thin, right now I’m 5’4ish” 108 lbs, and that’s normal for me, although I’m considered underweight on the BMI scale. It’s funny, I didn’t even reach my full height until I was 20. I’m told that’s late. Before my back trouble I exercised daily, not because I needed to lose weight, but because I enjoyed the work-out. I think sometimes people stress too much over what type of exercise they’re doing, and so they don’t enjoy it. Don’t stress about what you’re doing and why, just do it because you like it.