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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.