I Have A Belly, And Will Take The Steep Path To Get Rid Of It!
“…my body is borrowed
yeah, I got it on loan
for the time in between my mom
and some maggots…” – Ani Difranco, My I.Q.
I have a belly. Not a small firm one, not a ridiculously large one. It’s just a medium sized belly. I come from a pool of genes that allocates all fat to my belly. Everything else? Skinny.
Skinny arms. Check.
Skinny legs. Check.
My belly appeared when I returned from a four month stay in Syria and found a full-time job. The combination of a full-time job, a car, and laziness is deadly. I stopped riding my bike, and I stopped eating as healthy as I should.
Sometimes I ate just because a sundae looked tasty, other times I ate because I felt like I needed to finish what I started. Often, when I felt hungry, I also replaced the uncomfortable feeling of hunger [was it really hunger?] with an equal discomfort, that of eating too much! It really is quite stupid when you think about it.
