Enemy Fat
In order to have an enemy, one must be somebody. One must be a force before he can be resisted by another force.
Anne Sophie Swetchine (1782-1857)
Fat is the enemy and he is sneaky. He hides in our backs offering horrifying glimpses (like Paranormal Activity or something) when we’re near a three-way mirror. He hides on the top of our elbows because no one thinks to look there. Fat finds others of its kind and organizes to encase each section of our once normalish physique in its sedentary defeat.
This is not about self-hate. We love ourselves. This is about the pockets of poor health, neglect, and inattentiveness we’ve allowed to creep over our lives. We believe we are good and beautiful. We believe you are good and beautiful. But we also believe that Enemy Fat needs to be taken down a peg or two in all of our lives.
True villians of any story employ many evil methods to defeat the hero. And make no mistake we dieters are the heroes of this battle. Enemy Fat will lie: Enemy Fat will say you deserve a treat. Enemy Fat will say don’t write that down in your journal. Enemy Fat will say look, all the work you put in this week and you didn’t lose? Give in. Enemy Fat will let you believe that you will start your diet tomorrow. Enemy Fat will say you’re too old to be fit. Enemy Fat will say oh one mile is fine. Enemy Fat knows what scares you and it uses that to lull you to the couch.
On this first official day of 2010 (please who starts a diet on the weekend) drag that Enemy Fat into the light. Look at your true self in the mirror. Appreciate what is gorgeous. Because you are gorgeous. And then take a look at Enemy Fat. Is it hiding somewhere? Is it boldly taking over? Is it disguising your beautiful curves? Is Enemy Fat in charge?
Not any more. We have met the Enemy and he is ours!
Strength alone knows conflict, weakness is born vanquished.
Anne Sophie Swetchine (1782-1857)
Special Agent Cheesesteak interrogated me during the Eagles game yesterday, it felt wrong.
At least it wasn’t a predator drone hotdog. (what are we even saying here? we don’t know)
I had the undercover chicken wings harrassing me yesterday during the Broncos game. I smell a conspiracy. And barbeque sauce.
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See – enemies everywhere! I had to pour some mustard on the Christmas cookies to finally silence them.
OMG, I had a whole convoy of communist cookies sneak out of the freezer. They sat quietly next to my broccoli trying to infiltrate the group with their Christmas green frosting… I was victorious in the end and they died a sailors death! I recommend flushing cookies!! It feels soooo good to win!!
Beat the cookies. Beat the cookies.
For the next 6 weeks New Orleanians and their environs will gorge themselves on King Cakes of all sizes and fillings. This is a great enemy who whats you to eat it until Mardi Gras. Help!
Gloria – I’d say find a VooDoo Priestess and some chicken bones.
Wait, I’m confused. I thought if I didn’t make (and EAT!) more Chex Mix then the terrorists had already won.
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the new look, looks great!
yes I shall defeat the giant cheeto!
http://blog.cookingforbusypeople.com/blog/cooking-for-busy-people
That’s the spirit – total warfare!!
I finally went through the pantry, fridge and freezer and deep-sixed ALL of the evil hiding and lurking amongst the good stuff. I felt kind of bad at first, all those helpless cookies that I helped bake during a lovely baking day with my friend, but it was them or me, and I think I’m more important.
I plan on being hot at the end of this year.
Yeah, I said it.
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