Anyone who has had a cold knows that it is just a matter of time before your body will fight away the infection and get you back to normal. It really is an amazing thing. We have immune systems and seemingly endless defense mechanisms. So why then does the fight of “fat” have to be one seemingly endless battle? This is a war where even complete annhilation of the enemy (via liposuction) does not guarantee victory since the vanquished foe (aka fat cells) can, in just a few years, multiply with such a vengeance as to expand to an even larger territory! With “fat” – the term ‘gone’ actually means nothing at all. The celebration may even last through two birthdays, but in fact, like most of us have learned, ‘gone’ only means that the terrorist cells are preparing for a vengeful comeback! Not to be the pessimist here, but think about it. (honestly)

So the question is: How can our bodies see “fat” as something good? Clearly aesthetics has absolutely nothing to do with it since I have yet to meet one single person who would honestly say that “Fat is sexy” – or even really appealing at all. I mean really, it would be one thing if it stayed there and looked presentable – but fat has absolutely no restraint whatsoever…fat is sloppy, messy, has cottage cheese looking holes and hangs out with a bunch of toxins. Does this sound like something “good” to you? I am not a doctor and haven’t ever studied in the medical field, but I do have a decent amount of common sense, just like the next person. I can only deduce…if your body stores excess fat, it is clearly – confused. Maybe it thinks you need to have a one year supply of food with you at all times. Maybe this all dates back to some prehistoric trait that dictated during the hunter/gatherer eras whoever had the most fat cells would be the most likely to survive and thus reproduce. Although if that were the case, wouldn’t we naturally find fat attractive? And, obviously, that’s not the case… Rambling. Back to the topic at hand…

Several pounds ago I found myself thinking ,“I am overweight and I am stressed out because my kids are screaming and I have a million things to do on my “to do list”… What I need is a pick-me-up…I need some extra energy. I need to calm down. I need to feel better. What do I get? Cravings! – almost like I am being told (by my body, psyche, whatever), that “if I eat a piece of chocolate or that bag of chips, I will start feeling better…I will have more energy…”

Of course, these thoughts would instantly be countered with: “Absolutely not!…not good, no good…can’t have it….okay, maybe just one piece…maybe just one handful….maybe just the chips that are really saturated with seasoning… okay, only the broken chips… alright, I just need to eat the rest of the bag, box, can, etc., so it will be out of my house . Besides, if I don’t I’ll only want to have something else.” (sound familiar?)

(and the battle begins… again)