I saw half of this documentary the other night. It featured two journalists, both women, attempting an experiment to see if they could reach size zero (this is the US size zero, which is approximately the same as UK size four). They were both fairly slim to start with.
One of the women managed this without many problems (though her performance at work was reportedly terrible during the experiment). The other woman didn't cope so well and became borderline bulimic. Both of them lost a stone in weight over five weeks, and then put it back on when their eating returned to normal.
The doctors interviewed throughout said that being that size is unhealthy, puts massive strain on your internal organs, and can even stop your periods if your body thinks it's not getting the nutrition it needs.
One statistic that was claimed was that 84% of woman surveyed say they would be happier if they were lighter. I find this absolutely shocking. Although the country is reportedly in the midst of an obesity epidemic, I don't think anyone would think that anywhere near 84% of women were overweight. It's probably nearer the inverse (16%).
If the vast majority of women predicate (part of) their happiness on being below a certain weight, then what kind of world do we live in? How has nearly half of the population of the country been brainwashed to think in this way?
Let's put it another way. I weigh roughly fourteen stone, which is about two stone overweight for my height (but not obese by any means). I try to keep active and eat less, but generally am not too bothered about this. I'm healthy and live a reasonably happy life. Why is this so different for women?
We've just got back from a cycle ride with the next door neighbours.
We signed up to do a 50 mile charity cycle ride in June, so we need to do some training. We mentioned this to our neighbours and they said "Yeah, we know somewhere good for cycling", so off we went to Ash Range for a 13 mile cycle ride, mostly off road, up (and thankfully down) some impressive hills.
My body is now aching all over, but we had great fun.
Had a bit of lunch when I got back and my first packet of crisps since mid February. Oohyis!!! Walker's Cheese and Onion Big Eat crisps for the win!!!
I successfully avoided crisps and chocolate for the entire of Lent, only weakening when a lovely piece of carrot cake was offered to me.
I've still not eaten any crisps yet, though I did have a Creme Egg and some Cadbury's Buttons yesterday. The result was a bit... 'meh'. I dunno what's changed, but the chocolate just didn't taste anywhere near as nice as it used to.
It's P-P-P-P-P-P-P-P-Pancake Day!
This means I've agreed (or perhaps been lightly persuaded by Katherine) to give something up for Lent. Last year I attempted chocolate, and succeeded though found it really hard as I'm partial to a quick Mars Bar around mid afternoon. This year I've decided to try for no chocolate, crisps or cake for 40 days.
Gawd 'elp me...