Skinny

I’m getting skinny, apparently.  Which is odd because I’ve always hovered around 60kg.  Give or take a bit.  But I weighed myself today and I’m sitting at 57kg.  So yes, maybe a little.

I’ve always been kinda stocky.  It comes with being short, you do pad out quite well. I wasn’t the skinniest guy at school.  In fact, I was downright beefy. The only time I was really skinny was in Primary School.  Or not so much skinny as scrawny.  Then puberty kicked in, and peanut butter and jam sandwiches did the rest.  No, I was never fat, I tend to put on muscle bulk instead.  But bodybuilding and weightlifting are really not sexy sports, so I duelled it out with the uber-lean cyclists and runners.

The funny thing is, relative to my peer group, I’m one of the few to weigh the same as I did in High School.  I hardly recognise people I went to school with.  They’re much larger than I remember them, even the real skinny ones.  Why is that?  Maybe I’m the only one still actively being active at what I do.  Cycling, running, Tae Kwon Do, or whatever.  And being a little hyperactive does burn a few calories too.  I don’t walk anywhere.  I bounce from one place to another.

The diet has also changed as I get older.  These days I’m a semi-vegetarian.  That’s watered down vegetarianism.  An  analogy might be like how a tiger is the Diet-Coke version of a lion.  Or Michael Jackson is the vitamin-enchanced, skim-milk version of Elvis.  Which means, I eat mostly veges, but if I feel like meat on occasion, I’m not going to explain myself to you.  I mean, feck off!  Just eat less animal protein…it’s good for the environment.

Every time I come home mum says I’ve lost weight.  But mums are like that.  They think if you don’t eat a home cooked meal every day you will turn into some emaciated orphan from….let’s say…uh, take your pick of any number of third world nations.

But this time she is probably right.  I’m hovering at the low end of what I naturally gravitate to.  I have bones jutting out everywhere.  Over the past year, I’ve been going from motel to motel, living out of a rucksack, and surviving on Coffee.  I spend half my time travelling from place A to place B to place A and to C, D and E.

I’m back home this week.  Mum is force feeding me essential nutrients and no doubt I will be back at 60kg again shortly.

Ken

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Deja vu

Something funny happened to me today.

Have you ever lost something you loved very much?  Something that was precious, and you cherished it, polished it, took it everywhere with you, put it on a pedestal, showed it off to your friends?  An inanimate thing that never cared for you no matter how precious it was to you?

It turned up screaming abuse at me today.

It’s been a year.  And with every day that goes by, it hurts less.  But you know you are never the same again when you bury yourself in work, cry in the middle of the night, and listen to Elvis at 3am in the morning whilst wondering what the hell you are doing here instead of asleep in bed.

Moral of the story.  Don’t date a rock.  They won’t love you back.

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