Skip to main content

Weight Obsession or Healthy Lifestyle?

 http://www.nerve.com/scanner/2010/08/02/italys-miss-chubby-beauty-pageant-embraces-the-plus-size-woman
Reading the above article about a Miss Chubby Beauty Pageant in Italy honestly made me sad.  The essence of the contest is to 'reward' the heaviest woman. Have you seen the picture of the winner?- that is not chubby, it is overweight- fat at best! As far as definitions go, I am pretty sure chubby is used in reference to one who is 'somewhat fat' not one who is clearly overweight/ obese! I, really, think a distinction needs to be made. People need to shift their focus away from making an effort to ensure that it is 'okay' to live/ eat irresponsibly (whether this means you eat yourself to obesity or you starve yourself to anorexia) and instead consider how they can effectively live healthy lifestyles.

You see, I come from a family with women with fairly 'big bodies'. We are tall, heavy-boned and pack on the weight quite easily. However, it is more than just about weight. I have seen firsthand that maintaining a healthy lifestyle can very well make the difference between living and dying. How do I mean? Well, when mom was involved in an accident and had to nurse broken bones, her orthopedic surgeon often said she was lucky to be of healthy weight at her age otherwise she would not have survived the many operations she had to endure much less have her bones heal as fast as they did.

For as long as I have known my mother, she makes an effort not to eat food after 8.00pm, eats only white meat unless there's no option, loves vegetables and fruit, she, perhaps, last had  more than one teaspoon of sugar with her tea when she was in high school and before the accident she walked more than she rode in cars. She did not wait for a life threatening disease to commit to eating healthy and keep up an active lifestyle. Neither do you or I.
Thing is, I am sure we all agree that there are benefits to living healthily yet over and over we choose the sedentary lifestyle and the unhealthy food.

My challenge to you, today, is to make at least one change a day in your life where your health/ weight is concerned. Eat more fruit, walk that 500m instead of taking a bodadoda, drink more water, sleep more, relegate the junk food to your 'once in a month' category, drink less alcohol...You can do it! I guarantee you, within four weeks of making changes, you will think better, be more cheerful/ pleasant and have the most awesome bowel movements :-) after all, who wants refuse 'locked up' inside them- right?!

Comments

  1. omg, i had neverthought about that! mom is actually a bit of a health freak! :-) #challengeaccepted.

    ReplyDelete

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Mother to Son...beautiful piece

A LETTER TO MY TWO YEAR OLD September 2, 2011 at 9:12 am by Pumla Nabachwa Every year, during the week of my children’s birthdays, i shall write them a letter and keep them in separate boxes and present them with these boxes the day they graduate. (& graduate they will) Today, I write a 2nd letter to my first born son…..now Trey Gateja……My pride…….My joy! My sunshine, It’s been 730 days & we’re both still alive………let alone sane. I’m not sure how I haven’t strangled you to death yet or left you out at night hoping that a hawk will grab you & take you far away from me. I’m quite perplexed that am not in a mental hospital, let alone 6 feet under. The doctors promised me that the pain stops immediately after the baby is delivered but nooooooooo…….we’re here today & I’m still pulling my hair out. Somebody once said; “it takes about six weeks to get back to normal after you’ve had a baby”…… that somebody doesn’t know that once you’re a mother, ‘normal’ is his

Dad

Dear Dad, Today, nine years ago, you changed your major  area code leaving many people pretty upset including uncle Kizza Besigye who I know would have appreciated your level of loyalty  considering memories of my S.4 vacation driving around Kampala with you as you manually tallied the Reform Agenda's votes at different polling stations:) Just so you know, Uncle K.B. is hassling; what with pepper spray, kicks, blows, gun butt beatings, being shoved under the car seats of police men (who we are all quite convinced are paramilitary- but that's a story for another day), insults, threats to his life...etc...you would have frothed at the mouth seeing how bad things have become for political opponents of the 'Great 1986 Revolutionary'.  Am sorry for putting such a lousy pic of you on the www but you hated pics so it's kinda your fault :) I cut my hair and decided I would like to keep it that way for the rest of my life...in fact, I am contemplating going complete

The Third Day- September...The Big 3-0!!!

So, today, I begin a new decade of my life. I am thirty (30) years old! W.O.W! These past couple of days, I have been meditating on Womanhood. Walking with God and Worthiness. I want to be part of something great this next decade. I desire a fresh start in many areas of my life. I regrettably spent the greater part of my twenties trying to be a man; to be tough, rough and seemingly brave. I numbed feelings, suppressed emotions and smiled little in bid to avoid fighting like a girl because girls are weak, they are shallow and they gossip. My best friends were boys until my femininity came to the fore as a  natural course of life and giving boys 'uncensored' hugs started 'causing problems'. All my ambition, my pushing and shoving to get ahead could not erase my innermost (very feminine) desires to be loved, to be treated kindly, to be listened to, sought after, and protected. I was with the boys but not of the boys. Revelation No. 1: I am a Woman and that's ok