It’s pretty common knowledge that I’ve been dieting and trying to lose weight for the majority of this year. I’ve lost a total of 10kg, and, believe me, it was hard work. I’m proud of my achievement so far but I’m not happy, and it’ll be another 10kg until I will be.
I’ve struggled with my weight since I was a child. Bad eating habits from the get-go certainly didn’t help, but genetics didn’t help too much either. Regardless, I’m still working towards better eating habits, shedding the kilos, toning up at the gym, and overall feeling more confident with myself.
A lot of my friends and fellow bloggers, including Chrissy and Ang have been struggling to shed the kilos the hard way, just like me. All three of us, including some others, were really disappointed and angry when we stumbled across what is essentially a chronicle of an experience of lap-band surgery.
I’m just going to come right out and say it. I’m downright pissed. I don’t give two flying fucks who it is, but it’s so incredibly insulting and offputting to my own personal weightloss chronicles when someone comes along and starts bragging about their easy way out.
That’s exactly what it is, the easy way out. If you can give me proof that you are physically incapable of losing weight, well, in those circumstances, I find lapband surgery more than understandable. The truth is that there is such a small percentage of people out there who are physically and genetically incapable of losing weight, and in the end it just comes down to being too fucking lazy.
This person talks about not wanting to exercise because she thinks that she’s at risk of a heart attack on this blog. Walking around the block for twenty minutes is not going to give you a heart attack. Taking the dog for a walk is not going to give you a heart attack. Walking to the store or the park to play with your kids isn’t going to give you a heart attack. If anything, it will help prevent it. Not wanting to do exercise because you’re worried you’re going to keel over and die is a stupid, lazy excuse. The truth is, you will keel over and die if you don’t exercise. Furthermore, there are hundreds of exercises you can do that burn calories without increasing your heart-rate significantly. Heard of yoga? Pilates? muscle exercises? Weights? If you were that worried about having a heart attack from exercise, you wouldn’t leave your chair or bed even to stuff your face in the fridge or take a dump.
I really don’t agree with surgery as a means of self-satisfaction. I’m a fat fuck. I’ve always been big, and more than likely, I will be big for the rest of my life. Still, i know that with a bit of work, some exercise, healthy eating and restricted dietting, I can do it. I’ve proved to myself that I can do it, so laziness is not an excuse, and I won’t let it be an excuse.
What angers me the most is that I can see this person spending thousands of dollars on lap-band surgery, only to not take it seriously once the surgery is over. So many people who have undergone lap-band surgery haven’t bothered to work hard on the other side of the knife. It isn’t a miracle. It doesn’t cure bad eating habits, or a lack of exercise, or laziness. If your eating habits are bad now, they’ll be bad after the anaesthetic has worn off. If you’ve never done a decent amount of exercise in your life before, guaranteed you’ll still rather sit in front of the TV or computer rather than do thirty minutes of cardio. Sure, an elastic around your stomach might make you drop a few pounds, maybe a few hundred pounds, but it’s not going to change a lifetime of habits overnight. Laziness gets you nowhere. Trust me, I’d know. I was the fat chick for years simply because I was too much of a lazy fuck to do anything about it
I know I’m not the only one pissed off about lap-band at the moment. I know that this blog post will piss people off, but you know? Fuck it. I’ve needed to rant about this for a few days now. And you know what? I’m going to prove that I can do this the hard way. Guaranteed I’ll be at my dream weight within a years time and guaranteed, I’ll keep (here’s hoping what will be most of) it off.
