Thursday, November 12, 2009

What is it with Skinny Days?

I have a love/hate relationship with skinny days.

I mean, after all, who doesn't want to feel skinnier than usual when they wake up the morning after eating a 15 course meal?

After all, it is nice to be rewarded for bad behavior.

However, it kind of sucks too, because then it makes you think that you can always have a 15 course meal and be skinny.

But, then, you try it and you start having uncomfortable, bloated days instead of skinny days, so you start eating rigidly healthy again.

But when you eat rigidly healthy, you have fat days, thus, causing you to contemplate what the hell you are doing wrong by eating healthy that is making you feel fatter than average...

Is it the over-intake of fiber and not drinking enough water to digest it?

Is it that you are being punished for your long run of 15 course meals and God is teaching you a lesson?

Or, is it simply, that there is really no rhyme or reason to the whole body thing at all?

That your body is really in control of you and that you don't have any bloody say so at all what it does on any given day.

Skinny days, like one night stands, are fun while they last, but then leave you empty and alone when your body (meaningless life) goes back to normal.

Sort of like a teaser for what you could get if you were say, the offspring Heidi Klum and Seal, or if you had 8 personal trainers and chefs calling you a fat ass day in and day out, but that doesn't "apply" to the real world.

That's it. Skinny days just aren't fair. Because even though you like them on the "day of," you always wake up the next day with a hangover from hell.


Chrissy Costa said...


I'm trying to remember the last time i experienced a skinny day. i believe it was '88. or possibly 2003 when i couldn't keep food down. my days are mostly fun with a chance of curves. it doesn't matter what i do or do not eat. my ass is most comfy when it's swallowing up a g-string. ya, gotta visual, right. the worst is when you're trying on clothes in a dressing room. what's up with those mirrors? and that lighting?! my ass does not look like that when i get home. no matter how tan or thin i feel, the minute i go in to a dressing room, i'm pale and look like ricki lake. actually, i'm gonna go now. this blog has made me really depressed...

Anonymous said...

First of all---GREAT visual!
Costa, don't be hard on yourself. Just put on Sir Mix-a-Lot, dance around to baby Got Back while wearing nothing but the aforementioned g-string and get on wit' ur badself!

Not everyone likes the Kate Moss's of the world---many people love the fact that women have curves. In fact, if the do not...they should go out with Emo Phillips.

Just make sure you have someone that enjoys it all, I'm just sayin'...

Blythe Landry said...

well, thanks costa and anonymous for your comments...i thought I was the only one pulling the g-string out of my booty every time my co-worker turned her head.