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Entry 29 Fat kid Alumni As many of my good friends know, I am a self-proclaimed ‘Fat Kid‘. Now, ‘Fat Kid’ doesn’t describe your body (although in this case, it may apply…a little), it describes your attitude. I like to call it “fatattude”. My roommate Ashley is a notorious fat kid. She’s what some would call Skinny Fat. Skinny Fat Kids can eat three trays of pigs in a blanket and it’s cute. Skinny Fat Kids can eat Toquitos and Ramen after a night of heavy drinking and still not feel the wrath of the Carbohydrate. Skinny Fat kids can do three crunches in between playing video games and eating chips for eight hours straight and have a washboard stomach. Skinny Fat, although a sister Fat Kid, is what makes true Fat Kids’ skin crawl. And in some cases, it may even force said Fat Kid to… exercise. Please don’t judge me- I refuse to be ashamed. After much back and forth on how this would effect my Fat Kid status, I’ve decided to begin exercising and eating fruit. Now, before you go jumping off the handle, I have to tell you that I will still get popcorn at the movie theatre, treat grocery shopping as religion, and I’m always ready to order pizza at 4 am. The only difference is…now I complain about it. (i.e…“I shouldn’t be eating this”, “my feet hurt“, “I ran today and I think it made my stomach bleed“., etc ) I think the best part about dieting is the camaraderie you find with other dieters. I’ve found that either really thin people or really fat people are the best to go to for diet advice. There’s the diet where you eat only raw foods, the one with all the beef and no bread, and the one where you stop eating and take laxatives (popular with the acting crowd). And all of these diets made me think. It’s interesting how people will do the craziest things for a body that is supposed to represent good health. Isn’t that what being thin is supposed to be? Imagine a world where we were attracted to people based on their actual fitness instead of what their body looked like. There would be treadmills in bars and certainly no love stories that began in McDonalds (you know, because there are so many of those McDonalds romances). People would be disgusted by someone that was unable to run a mile. People wouldn’t have to hate themselves because people’s level of attraction would be based on how much effort they put into having a healthy body, not the result. That said, I hate putting effort in. I fully intend to think “One more mile” and then stop running. I know that I’ll finish working out and then drink a frappucino. Or six beers. But the point is this; while I’m drinking those six beers, I’ll know that I am being as healthy as I can be.
Buddhist philosophy on why it's ok to complain - Entry 31 
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