Or in other words, how are you so skinny?
This question is posed to me a lot. To which I typically respond with “I don’t know.” Because I’m not a huge fan of healthy foods, unless it’s spinach, apples, bananas, or green beans. It’s more junk food that enters my body than healthy stuff. Chocolate shakes are my nemesis and I could have one almost every day if they weren’t so rich. However, I had an epiphany this weekend and finally realized why the enormous amount of calories can be consumed without gaining weight.
Some ideas for a normal person not gaining weight might be:
High metabolism
Genetics
Luck
Rigorous exercise
Healthy eating (see above—I like junk food)
My idea of the lack of weight gain is due to an unusual amount of worry. My Great Grandma used to worry about anything and everyone and to this day my family tells me not to worry so much or I’ll make myself sick just like Grandma did.
Sometimes it’s the simplest things that I worry about, while other times it is life changing decisions (like whether or not to go away to college). When the worry does creep into my thoughts though, it has an effect on my body. No matter how much I eat, it’s like the food doesn’t stick. What makes me nervous is when I can tell I’m losing weight. Not a good feeling when I know that I am consuming food. Maybe it is because my stomach tends to hurt more when my mind is swarming with thoughts of family, friends, my own life, etc. If my stomach hurts does that mean my body isn’t getting the nutrients out of the food I am taking in?
To answer the question I’m sure some of you are thinking right now: no I do not have an eating disorder. The good Lord knows I love food too much to be anorexic and I will do anything to not throw up so I’m not bulimic.
However, the pains seem to subside when I do exercise. Over the last couple of years I have said I’m a better version of myself when I do exercise. My mind, body, spirit seem more in tune with each other instead of all over the place. Maybe this epiphany is just the motivation I needed to run on a more regular basis. Happy Tuesday to those reading this!
Great post! I can definitely relate to “being a better me” when I exercise. I just feel better and cope with things better. But, um, I’m tying this up as I’m eating ice cream….
Nothing wrong with eating ice cream.