Feh on fat

Ever since my double pies incident where, despite exercise but admittedly lame eating controls I'd put on weight, I've been trying to be better about what I cram in my gob and I dialed the exercise up a notch.

So I went to the doc on an unrelated matter and, feeling saucy, decided to weigh myself.

I'd dropped a tiny amount of weight.

Grr. All that fucking effort seemingly for nought. Or is it? Is weight alone a stupid measure? I feel better - my clothes fit better and my fitness is still improving. And fitness is the big ticket health item yes? I mean you can be fat but if you're fittish then that's not all bad news yes?

I know the way men endure their excess weight, the apple gut, is apparently worse health wise for lifestyle related conditions, but I'm not sure exactly why. I guess I will need to go to that Nanny state website the teev keeps flashing at me while that dude ages and stacks on the weight as he chases his kid around.

It sucks you know. I feel like sisyphus with trying to lose weight. Rolling that big arse boulder up the hill then, watching it roll back and having to do it all over again. And I have to admit I feel the universe is unfair in that I am fat when I don't go that nuts with food and (now) at least I exercise.

But then ... look at me whining about being too fat and half the population on the planet can't get a decent feed each day.

Damn this Chateau Lafite.