Category Archives: Body Changes

Getting Real with Clotille

Yesterday, I caught sight of my reflection and I look … I look … well, I look pregnant.  I’m not, but I look it. (Pick yourself up off the floor, Ramona. I haven’t seen in you ages, but, girl, Ida called with that.) I’m so swollen up, I look like I swallowed a watermelon. I’ve got sausages for fingers and I don’t even want to discuss my cankles. I’m eating everything in sight. I’m irritable. I’m cranky. My body hurts. Wait a minute, that sounds like….. No, I’m really not.

Last week, I shared with you some of my recent introspection. While I wouldn’t say that I’m “proud” of my self-awareness, I would say that it’s a pretty handy skill to have. Still, although I thought I had identified my eating trigger, my binge hasn’t stopped. I’m puzzled and annoyed. My old stand by coping skill wasn’t working. So, I went over it all again, looking for an additional blown emotional fuse. And guess what I found. Nothing.

More frustrated than ever, I looked at other factors, including a prescription shot I was recently given in preparation for an upcoming procedure. When I started looking at its possible side effects, I found my answer. Weight gain. Check. Depression. Bingo! I think I found my culprit. However, since it was a one-time injection, it’s not like I can stop taking the chemical to restore balance. So, I have to find some other way to deal with it. My solution was to sit down and talk with myself.

So, I did. Here’s an excerpt of the conversation.

Me: Princess, you know you’ve got to do something about this. Your clothes are tight and you feel really bad; so, what’s the plan?

Princess: It’s the medicine. It causes weight gain and depression. It’s not my fault. It’ll be over in three months. Let’s just deal with it later.

(On hearing this, my very own inner Jiminy Cricket – Clotille Jones pushed me out of the way and took over.) Clotille: “Deal with it later?” “Deal with it later?” Did I just hear you say, “deal with it later?” Girl, you look like Hell and you feel even worse. Your knees and feet hurt and it’s no wonder with that big ole, swoll up belly you’re wagging around. If you “deal with it later” you’ll be buying clothes in the camping supply section again. We gon’ deal with this right now!

Princess: But I can’t. The fatigue, the 60-hour work weeks, solar flares – I just can’t deal with it right now.

Clotille: Woman. You are an intelligent being. You are not powerless. Plan ahead. Deal with the side effects – they ain’t making you leave your dirty clothes on the floor. You’re doing that. They didn’t buy that Dream chocolate frozen dessert. You did. Act like a grown up. You ain’t no cartoon Disney princess, honey. You are a descendant of Vikings. Viqueen up and let’s do this.

That Clotille just doesn’t cut me any slack. She is Queen of the Come to Jesus Meetings and, well she should be. Otherwise, my life would be in utter and complete shambles. She’s blunt, but she’s right. I am a sentient being. And, although there are outside forces acting on both my body and my mind right now, I am far from powerless.

I can make better choices. I must. And I have to remember the continuing process of going from wish, want, & will to am & did.

Big Trucks and Big Trunks

My friend David drives a big truck. One of his frustrations with drivers of cars is that they whip in front of him, leaving little room for him to stop if he needs to. The legal weight of a tractor trailer (without additional permits) is 80,000 pounds or 40 tons. Compare that to the average car which weighs around 5,000 pounds or 2.5 tons. It doesn’t take a physicist to figure out that it take a lot more time and space to stop that tractor trailer than it does to stop a car. Momentum and inertia are just HUGE.

Those same physical forces are pretty huge in the mind of a healthy eater, as well.

Now, stop it! I heard you say, “Oh, c’mon, Goddess! You’re really reaching now.” Okay, so first, thanks for finally addressing me properly. 🙂 And second, no – no, I’m not. Follow me here.

Your 30th high school class reunion is in October – like mine will be next year (yikes!). In late August, you realize that you’ve been to a few too many barbecues over the summer and popped the top on a few too many cold ones. You have 15 pounds to lose to be where you want to be for the celebration. You realize this, of course, just after you’ve polished off a slab of ribs, a generous scoop of potato salad and two helpings of Aunt Sally’s banana pudding. You start your reducing diet the next morning. You eat nothing but twigs and grass; but, after Day Five, you see no difference in either the numbers on the scale or the dunlap disease you’ve got going on with your blue jeans. (Dunlap disease. Remember that? It’s when your stomach has done lapped over your pants.) You get frustrated. Sound familiar?

Well, honey, your momentum was going up on the scales. Your semi was all loaded up with all those carbs that your body still had to store before it could get to using those stores. It took a while for that bad boy to come to a stop. You’ve got to stop the big truck before you can start unloading the big trunk, you see.

That’s both pretty simple and pretty self-evident. But. I still get frustrated by the delay. Like every. single. time. It’s important to remember that our bodies neither stop nor turn on a dime. We have to give them time to adjust to things. So, although I’ve corrected my over-snacking and poor food choices, I won’t see a difference in my pants for a week or two. I have to allow myself to be human and not a quick weight loss advertisement with all of its smoke, mirrors and gimmicks. I have to let my body to use (and maybe even continue to store) the extra calories I ate recently. I know that eventually, it will run out of the excess and it will start working on the stored energy that is making my jeans tight.

I have to have patience for the process and not let my efforts get jackknifed by the lack of immediate results.

The Button of Truth

Who knows what evil lurks in the heart of men? The Shadow may know that. But, who knows what calorie-laden sweets linger on the hips of mankind? The Blue Jean has that one covered.

As I’ve told you, I have not been careful with my food intake for, oh, about a month now. Last night, I firmly felt and saw the results. Oy.

I’ve known that I was gaining a little weight; but, I was using that old standby method of denial – elastic! And as we established just forEVER ago, Satan did, in fact, invent yoga pants. But, last night, I didn’t wear yoga pants. I wore my jeans. Well, most of me wore my jeans. There was some spillage over the top until everything got all stretched out. Muffin top. Yech.

I’ve earned it. And it’s not even the holidays yet; so, I can’t blame it on holiday eating! This is just plain, old emotional eating. Thankfully, I have been able to slow it down since I identified the emotions which started the whole thing. Now, I just have to deal with the aftermath, which, if I’m not careful, could lead from Depression Eating straight into Guilt Gorging. Neither of these activities or mental locations  appeared in The Princess Bride; however, I’m fairly certain that if the book had been written by a woman, there would have been no Fire Swamp, but rather the Gorge of Nervous Snacking. And there would not have been large rats. There would have been huge trees of Little Debbie cakes, potato chip flowers and a river of melted Phish Food. (I’ll let you enjoy that calorie festival vision for just a second.)

I told myself that I hadn’t done too much damage – just a pound or two; but, my jeans showed that as a lie I’ve been selling myself with a side of lycra. But, just as Wonder Woman’s golden lasso will reveal any falsehood, so will the waistband of my blue jeans. And, honey, did those show my deception last night! Thankfully, as I’ve said, I’ve already been able to slow the process to a near halt and I’ll reverse it because I know that I can and, to be in the kind of physical condition I want to be, I must.

As I’ve known all along (but need to be reminded occasionally apparently) self lies are the most dangerous. Thankfully, I have a couple of sets of lie detectors in my closet.

Means, Motive and Opportunity

I awoke this morning to find carnage in my kitchen. At the center of the obvious crime scene were the ravaged remains of a bag of barbecue potato chips, a bag of multi-grain tortilla chips, a king sized Hershey bar with almonds and a container of Dream salted caramel gelato. Oh, the horror! The inhumanity! Who could have done such a thing?! Surely not I, the Positive Thinking Blog Goddess – Her Dotyness herself!

Johnny Cochran said, “If the glove doesn’t fit, you must acquit!”

But, then, Cotille Jones (remember her?) said, “If yo ass shows swell, you guilty as hell!” It seems that Ms Jones has seen my jeans.

As I’ve mentioned to you before, I am an emotional binge eater and for about the last month, I’ve been struggling with it – like Godzilla versus Megalon type struggling. Small Japanese fishing villages have been torched in the fray. And I’ve been losing.

At first, I thought the cravings were just PMS (and they might have been), but that’s not the issue now.  In public, I’m making good food choices; but, behind closed doors, I’m eating everything I can get my grubby little hands on. My cats have learned to be even stealthier than usual and my dogs sleep with one eye open. PMS cravings would have ended after just a few days. This has been going on for about a month. Now, the jeans that I could take off without unbuttoning a month ago are a real challenge to button at all. Not good. Clearly, something else is going on here.

My friend Russell told me years ago that I was one of the most self-aware people he knew. I like to think that I’m pretty self-aware; but, I like to think that I look a lot like a young Ann-Margret, too. Whatever my level of self-awareness, I am aware enough to know that to change my behavior, I have to figure out where it originates. If I want to stop my emotional binge-eating, I have to uncover the emotion(s) that is (are) causing it. To that end, I’ve been poking around in my mind to see what anxiety fuse has blown.

The suspects:

  1. Money. Since my income dropped by about 75% last year, I’m always worried about money. Nothing has happened to change that; so, that’s certainly a contributor.
  2. Holidays. Thanksgiving and Christmas are coming. I have to work Thanksgiving; so, I’ll likely be asleep all day and working that night. The traditional holiday meal will likely be just like every other day’s meal. Since I’m not starving, that’s only a First World Problem. I don’t have to work Christmas; however, with money as tight as it is, I don’t see how I can fly my son home for the holiday. It will be our first one apart and just the thought of it is ripping me up, especially since it has been a year since I’ve seen him. Another First World Problem.
  3. Health. I had some curious symptoms that were scaring me. Tests have shown that there’s nothing abnormal going on – no cancer. Relief.
  4. Disappointment. I had an idea where I would be at this point in my life and I’m just not there. I’m trying very hard to get there, but it’s unbelievably difficult.

I worked at Complete Automotive Repair and Service in Metairie, LA. (Julie’s, to most of our customers.) We had this one customer who, when asked how she was, would always reply, “I don’t have any problems that money can’t solve. So, I guess I’m good.” That’s what I need to focus on. And I’m trying.

I don’t walk miles each day to get water of questionable safety. No mortars fall in my town. I don’t live in fear of being attacked every time I leave my front door. I don’t have to wear a burka or have a male escort to go anywhere. I can vote. I can publicly disagree with my government. I can practice any (or no) religion I choose. Stocked grocery stores are all over town. And I have my pick of doctors to see when I’m ill.

As long as I have food, clothing, shelter and health, the rest are just First World Problems that I should be grateful I have.

Then, how come I still want a brownie?

 

 

 

If You’re Going to Live the Next Six Months Anyway

As I mentioned yesterday, I was over in West Tennessee this weekend at my father’s. My sister was also there. I haven’t seen her since Leah’s funeral in July; and, I was both surprised and delighted at the physical changes caused by her commitment to herself.

She is more solidly in Onederland than she has been in something like 23 years. (We counted.) She hasn’t taken one of her arthritis pain meds in three weeks AND HASN’T NEEDED IT! Her pants look like a family has moved out of the seat of them prompting even the Barn Goddess herself to say that she needed to get some smaller pants! 🙂

She has lost 30 pounds, removing a combined total of 240 pounds of pressure off of her painful knees. WOW! That’s insane, right?! And it’s really hard to even conceptualize when you’re at the start of your journey – or it was for me.

Now, it just blows my mind when I carry in a 50-pound bag of the food I buy for my dogs. Carrying one from the car to the house, I acutely feel the pressure on the soles of my feet, in my knees and lower legs. Every minute of every hour in my life Before, I carried nearly two of those bags everywhere I went. While it was hard to conceptualize how much better I was going to feel when I was still in the Before, it’s a little hard to believe that my body withstood that pressure now that I’m in the After.

firehydrant1Sitting there at my father’s table, we added up the total weight the three of us have lost and kept off. 170 pounds. One hundred seventy pounds. We have lost between a fire hydrant (150 lbs) and a street drop-off mailbox (180 lbs). Using the Happy Body Ideal Body Weight Index (for whatever that’s worth) we have lost a man who is 5’10” tall. (I say “for whatever that’s worth” because I have no idea how that index was derived. According to it, I should weigh 125 pounds. Friends, if I weighed that, I would be skeletal. No thanks.) Lemme tell you: math has never been as much fun as it was Saturday afternoon!

That exercise alone was good for motivation for all three of us. Another good motivator is having clothes that fit. As I said, the Barn Goddess is even feeling it. I honestly think that if you removed all of the physical vanity from my sister’s body, you’d have room left over in the thimble you were storing it in. She is in no way vain about her appearance, yet, she recognizes the need to feel good about how she looks in her clothes. Plus, it’s just a super feeling to go shopping and have to buy a size smaller! (Clothing sizes are just a number. Yeah. Right.)

Chele’s progress has been at a pace that works for her. She started out with some small changes and just kept adding to them until, when taken as a whole, they became big changes – big changes that have yielded big benefits. As a doctor (whose advice I did not take) asked me years ago, “If you plan on living the next six months anyway, why not get healthier while you do it?”

If small changes make big ones, why not, indeed?

aVOIDance

When I was pregnant with my son, my body underwent myriad changes that took me completely by surprise. I hadn’t read about them in any of the books and I spent a lot of time completely freaked out. For instance, no book described what it would feel like when the baby had hiccups. My entire belly moved and I called my mother sobbing, thinking he was having seizures. Not seizures, just Mexican food – it gave him hiccups every time. I’ve forgotten most of those changes now that it’s been over two decades since I experienced them; so, I can’t share them with expectant mothers. However, my journey to change my lifestyle is only three years old and I still remember most of the changes involved with it.

poo-pourriWe probably should have had this discussion a long time ago; but, I was aVOIDing it. Yep, didn’t really want to talk about it; but, as the commercial says, “It’s time to get real about what happens in the bathroom.”

My aunt Sally, a nurse, talked about when patients “voided” for a long time before I figured out that she was talking about when they went to the bathroom. It’s just not a topic of general conversation, is it? In fact, you’re thinking about stopping our daily visit right now, aren’t you? Well, I’m the one sitting here writing and I’ll tell you that I’m thinking about stopping it! However, all along, this blog has been a means to share my experiences as I changed my lifestyle. And, the changes in how my body rid itself of waste were huge ones for me.

First, let’s deal with an easy first topic – sweat. I used to sweat easily and copiously. In fact, it was pretty embarrassing. My body does not and never has dispelled heat effectively; so, if I exert myself, I’m liable to get so red in the face that I scare people. However, as I built my walking pace, time, and distance, my body didn’t sweat as much or as quickly. It learned how to better deal with the heat it produced and to cool itself without making me look like Violet Beauregarde. It took time, but my body got used to it. Another thing my body got used to was water instead of soft drinks; but, it balked at first.

That’s our second topic – urination. If you are going to consciously, significantly increase your water intake, I would suggest that you first do so on your days off, when you are going to be home and near the toilet. It didn’t happen for me right away since I was actually more dehydrated than I knew. My body was thrilled to get all of the water it needed and, oddly enough, the more I drank, the more it wanted right at first. When my cells finally believed that we were not at an oasis in the middle of a soda fountain desert, my body began to throw off the excess water. It was almost like those first months of pregnancy when I had to pee every five minutes. Again, once my body got used to having what it needed, it calmed down and my schedule went back to a more reasonable one. The initial water influx had an additional effect on me, however, and that one took me completely by surprise.

That’s our third and final topic – defecation. The increased water intake seriously freaked out my colon which was unaccustomed to absorbing all of that fluid – you know, like it’s supposed to do. So, initially, it didn’t absorb it – it passed the liquid right on through. Again, as my body remembered how it was supposed to function, that issue went away as well. Prior to eating more fruits and vegetables, I had serious issues with constipation – a little personal here, but sometimes I might only two or three movements a week. Now that my fiber intake is so much higher, it’s now a daily event and my body really does feel a lot better. A final thing to remember on this subject is that as you increase the number of greens you eat or if you eat beets or purple carrots, your feces (and/or urine) may change color. This is perfectly normal and nothing to be alarmed about.

What goes up, must come down. What goes in, must go out. And, if you change what you’re putting in, you’ll change what you’re putting out. Water, along with nutritionally dense and fibrous foods help our bodies function they way they were meant to – for some of us, for the first time in our lives!

But, in the early days of change, here’s a product you might consider stocking up on:

Changing Tastes

knit-wedding-dress-yslThat sounds so sophisticated, doesn’t it? Until you consider that the man who said it also designed this cocoon wedding dress. Hmmm. Maybe he wasn’t quite the last word on style. Or maybe the dress was a joke. God, I hope that dress was a joke. Oy.

Anyway, you know what else fades? The smell of cigarettes and the taste of refined sugar.

As I’ve mentioned, I was a smoker for a long time and, even now, seven or eight years after my last cigarette, I still say that I’m a non-smoking smoker.  When I was a smoking smoker, I smoked up to two packs a day, I smelled like a giant ashtray and I had no clue, my sense of smell having gone into a self-induced coma in protest. Some time after I laid down the cancer sticks, my olfactory nerves reanimated. Seriously. They awoke and did a happy dance. (Do you have any idea how much that tickles?!)

I began to appreciate many of the smells around me again – coffee, freshly mown grass, flowers, rain. And I began to reject others – namely, the smell of smoke on other smokers. And, after a night out with friends, I’d have to wash my hair and even Q-tip out my ears to get rid of the smell before I could sleep. It was just an awful smell that I blithely lived with for about two decades. Incomprehensible now that my sense of smell has changed.

Similarly, my previous menu choices are largely incomprehensible to me now that my sense of taste has also changed.

Just as I was (and I guess continue to be) a nicotine addict, I am a sugar addict. I spent most of my life eating candy bars, hard candy, cakes, sweet rolls, packaged foods, etc. I drank diet sodas, but, big whoop. I was eating literally cups of refined sugar every week. And, as with anything, as my body reached a state of habituation with the sugar, I needed more of it to feel satisfied. It was an endless, automatic cycle. Until I chose to break it.

Breaking it was even more difficult than stopping smoking – I had the help of pneumonia for that. Less dramatic, but no less effective, were apples in breaking the sugar addiction cycle. I bought (and ate) apples by the bag, even though I didn’t particularly like them – they weren’t sweet enough. But after days, then weeks of eating fruit rather than refined sugar, my taste buds began to appreciate the natural sweetness. Eventually, I was able to step down from eating a bag of apples every day (a slight exaggeration – only slight) to just two pieces of fruit a day.  I no longer sweeten my hot tea. I don’t add sugar to my oatmeal with fruit. And, guess what! Things are sweet enough without the added sugar.

This same  change in sense of taste comes after a while of not eating fried or processed foods. After eating foods in more natural states for just a few weeks, try a Cheeto, a Pop Tart, or a Big Mac. I dare you. When I did it, I tasted oil, chemicals, salt, and sugar – not really the flavors I remembered.  My former favorites tasted like garbage which reminded me an episode of The Biggest Loser. Jillian ate some fast food that was a contestant’s favorite. The trainer actually began to gag when she put the food in her mouth and, at the time, I thought, “How ridiculous. Such an over-reaction.” I don’t think that way anymore. Now, I get it – even without the many years of eating as cleanly as she does.

Now, that’s not to say that a Twix isn’t a danger for me anymore. Not at all. If I eat one for whatever reason, I can feel that sugar addiction beast stirring. Processed foods are convenient and I am often tempted to overlook the bad flavor and go for the easy belly fill. I am tempted and I sometimes succumb; but, the enjoyment I once derived from those foods is gone and I want to keep it that way. My body feels good now. I like feeling healthier and more fit. I prefer the taste of health to the taste of a Snickers.

Truly, tastes do change.

While I cannot attest to its veracity, this infographic appeared in Forbes. It's interesting and provacative at the very least.
While I cannot attest to its veracity, this infographic appeared in Forbes. It’s interesting and provocative at the very least.

How Could I Not Have Known?

My son recently celebrated his 21st birthday. All week long on Facebook, I posted photos of him growing up, although I refrained from posting any that might embarrass him. Oh! Like that adorable one when he….. well. He is going to choose my nursing home; so, I’ll just keep all that to myself.  In looking through photos and deciding what to post, I revisited our trip to Chicago in 2010. The one I posted at the top of the page is one of my favorites. My dad and my son go221509_10150159896253197_6369362_oofing with the dinosaur sculpture outside the Field Museum. My two best guys! I also ran across a few of me with my dad standing in front of Lake Michigan. Oh, my.

Yep, the one on the right there. That’s the one that really caught my attention. My waist’s circumference was greater than my shoulders’.  (The word “circumference” should be used in describing planetary bodies, not human ones. When that’s the best word to describe a waist, there’s a problem.) Those pants I was wearing there were actually a little bit too big; so, I thought they were flattering. Not so much. But you want to know something? I didn’t truly know that I was that big.

How is that even possible? Well, it’s the frog in the pot.

You know that analogy: you throw a frog into a pot of boiling water and he’ll jump out. But, if you put him in a pot of cool water, then set it to boil, he’ll stay in it until he’s cooked. I got cooked.

I wasn’t a thin woman who woke up obese one morning; it wasn’t some adipose tissue / Kafka thing. I was heavy as a child, not really super chubby, but dense. So, the word “heavy” was used a lot. I thought that meant fat. So, I thought I was fat even before I was. The first diet I remember being on was in second grade. All my life, I didn’t lose weight as much as misplace it for awhile. I surely found every pound again – with friends! Somewhere in all that yo-yoing, my mental picture of my physical self got stuck at about a size 14. I was a solid size 20 in this photo.  I had no idea how big I was.

And that is still a challenge.

I’m now a size 6 (or 8 or 10, depending on the garment and the maker) and I still don’t know what I size I am. But I’m not so worried about it anymore. As you know, when I started the whole juicing thing, it was to lose those last 10 pesky pounds. I can honestly tell you that it’s not about that anymore. It’s about getting wholesome food into my body. More than ever, it is about being healthy.

That much I do know.

 

Oh, My Soles!

Man-my-feet-are-exhausted-61941I didn’t write this morning because, frankly, when I returned from work, all I could think about was soaking my feet, knees and hips in hot water. I was in pain like I haven’t been in weeks!

And I’m pretty sure it was something I ate.

Maybe it’s not; but, in the last couple of weeks, I’ve eaten more processed food and more peanuts than I have in a very long time. That means, I’ve eaten more sodium than I have in a very long time. And I think it’s caught up with me.  I will have to be more sparing in my consumption of salted nuts, and those frozen vegetarian and vegan options I shared with you. Of course, there could be other causes like the physicality of my job, my shoes or the nightshades that I’ve been eating lately.

My job is physically demanding, no doubt about it. At the very least, I am standing for ten hours; but, most of the time, I’m walking around all of that time. However, it has been no more physical lately than before; so, I don’t think that’s it. We’ve discussed how vital good shoes are and my shoes may play a part. I bought them back in June. But, I bought three pair and I rotate wearing them; so, I expect them to last a couple of months longer. Neither of those factors have changed in the last week or so making me discount their involvement.

That brings us to the nightshades. While I normally eat some sweet peppers, I don’t eat a whole lot of them – maybe three a week. Eggplant is also something I’ve eaten without issue in the last couple of months. The one thing I ate this week that I haven’t eaten in quite some time are grape tomatoes. While nightshade fruits and vegetables are good for you nutritionally, some studies have shown them to cause inflammation. Since there are some 2,000 species in the Solanaceae family, of which nightshades are a part, obviously, not all nightshades cause inflammation in all people. But, I’m thinking that maybe the tomatoes cause inflammation in me. To test my theory, I’m going to eliminate them and the eggplant (for good measure) from my diet until the pain disappears, then add them back one at a time to see what happens.

Or, maybe it’s not one thing – maybe the food, my job and the shoes are working on concert with the salt to bring me down! Its a conspiracy worthy of the Tin Hat League!

In any case, while the cause may be a little difficult to pinpoint, the effect is oh, so easy to find….all the way to the depths of my soles.

Hey! I Know Her!

You know how when you are approaching a store you see your reflection in the door class? For a long time now, that reflection has looked alien to me; however, it’s finally happening. I’m finally beginning to recognize my own reflection in the glass.

1014px-Kitten_and_partial_reflection_in_mirrorThe truth is, I’ve never really had a good idea of what size I am. For a long time, I would see someone on the street or in a store and would ask my son, “Am I the her size?” He would answer yes or no; but, looking back at photos from the Great Before, I have an idea that either he didn’t look at them or he just said what he thought I wanted to hear since I was much larger than I thought I was. Now, my family says that I am smaller than I think I am.

Part of the issue may be my shape. Some people are shaped like apples (which is really unfortunate for may reasons), some like hourglasses (we don’t like them), and some (like me) are more pear shaped. My upper body didn’t look all that big to me, but my lower body was taking up a whole lot of real estate.

The Apple People carry their excess weight almost exclusively around their middles. Their legs and perhaps even arms are surprisingly free of excess fat given what is around their abdomen. This means that pants that fit their waists will alway be super saggy in the rear.  Or, if they go with skinny jeans, the waistband of the jeans will have to fasten somewhere near their pubic bone. (I saw a woman dressed like this the other day. It was, let’s say, an unfortunate look and one I’m sure she wasn’t going for.) Apple People have more fat stored around internal organs, putting more stress on them.

Hourglass People would be more like Hourglass Women and V Men. Think Sofia Vergara and Shemar Moore – those are the kinds of people I’m talking about. We hate them on principle. Now, stop thinking about them and let’s get back to the subject at hand.

Seriously, stop it.

The Pear People carry their weight more in their hips and thighs. According to the Mayo Clinic, Pear People are less likely to have metabolic syndrome and have a lower risk for heart disease and for developing diabetes than Apple People. A study at UC Davis finds that having a lot of junk your trunk is just as bad for you has having it around your middle.  These studies are like any others in the world: they find what they are looking for, I think. Eggs are good for you or they are bad for you. Chocolate is good or bad. Red wine is good for you – that is all. The findings so often depend on who is funding the research. Regardless of who is signing the checks, all studies find that having excess body fat is detrimental to our health and we have to get it off. So, although it may not make a difference, if you want to know your fruity shape, find it by calculating your WHR or waist-to-hip ratio.

When we do shed that excess fat, we see new muscles, we get new clothes, new energy and a whole new reflection to greet us in the mirror. It’s takes some getting used to; but, it’s totally worth it.