It’s amazing what the first week of the new decade holds for all of us. Fitness studios advertise programs that will turn our waistlines wafer thin in moments. In 2011, we have a wide variety of new diets which will see the weight fall off us faster than a weekend on speed at a dance party.
I want to know how I missed out. What’s been going on behind my back in the last two weeks that the world is suddenly a different place?
From what I see in the mass media it would appear sports scientists have been working feverishly to develop new programs which will forever change the way we exercise.
I must have been busy travelling as food chemists have brewed a heavenly dietary concoction. Seemingly since January 1 their labours have paid off. We now find that all the delicious things we denied ourselves over the Blessed Christmas season are in fact perfectly fantastic to eat. This does give me some hope of course is somehow managed to lose a few pounds, meaning that I am lite. I would appreciate it of course you bitches didn’t take the sentence to its full conclusion.
Let’s not be outdone. Did you know by merely reading this column you will instantaneously commence a new sporting program? Many will not even make it to the concluding paragraph for they will have leapt from their seats, fitted sports shoes, and dashed out the door for last moment of sunshine. With heels flying, balls bouncing, hair streaming behind like a bridal train, our beloved readers are off and running.
On Sunday we kicked the New Year off with a nice mixture of sun, surf, smashing and a picnic lunch. A truly casual affair, providing activities for those who were at parties and wanted to land in the soft sand. It was a mixed mob, with old and young, highly skilled and social, non-swimmers surfing and non-volleyballers playing volleyball.
If the mass media truly got it right none of us would have suffered the after effects of too much sun too much and too much unfamiliar activity. But what a different place the world would be if a simple thing like changing a year for a new one would so dramatically impact on our lives that would create real change. Instead we choose to schlep the baggage which we carried the year before into the New Year just in case we should feel alone without it.
Then perhaps, a new start may be just what we need. Who cares if we don’t keep it going forever?
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It is obvious that anti obesity programs are not working, I think it is time to promote fat acceptance and realise that losing weight is not always simple. I’m sick of these ill informed queens who think eating two lettice leaves and doing 9000 push ups a day will mean you are going to score at DCM’s or whatever muscle venue is in Oxford Street. It’s simple – get help from your doctor, reduce the food portions, walk a little you can still sit in front of the laptop or Tv, and stop believing the hype of gyms that you will be muscle boy in three weeks and have every twink after you. It is good to get rid of fat, but do it for your own sake not some Sydney based mafia agenda who demand you be muscular or wafer thing yet who after a few drinks and drugs don’t care if you are 30 or 300 kilos at the SOPs. It should be about being healthy not being thin.