Chocolate coated Waistlines
April 11th 2009 00:44
The more traditional folk are celebrating easter by decorating their homes with palm leaves and their eggs with petite paint strokes. In my household, and many across this wide brown land, we are celebrating the long weekend in style with chocolate, booze and feasts fit for a king.
I had a friend who moved to Sweden last year. In the same sentence that he said he is moving there with his Swedish girlfriend of three months (quite the leap of faith), he mentioned his expanding waistline and how proud of it he was.
He was always about as thin as they come, and I wondered innocently if the constant presence of my gut had anything to do with his calculated development to join the movement that is 'Australia: most overweight country in the world.'
When telling him it should be fairly easy to transfer the new found weight (our country's nickname) into a six pack, he smiled at my ignorance and said "Bro, chicks dig it."
So the women of the world have been egging us on the whole time. Maybe Easter should be used for contemplation as to where the hell we are headed with all this extra weight. Will the land collapse under the burgeoning weight to fall into the sea? Is this a more serious phenomenon than climate change and all the health and oceanic devouring issues it entails?
I guess its simply a new style of rebel. The type to drink way beyond the recommended guidelines, laugh when someone mentions Body Mass Index, and run for the hills when it comes time for a medical checkup with those who dole out the rules of long life to the masses on a daily basis - general practitioners.
In the meanwhile, my big breakfast fry-up is starting to get cold. My waistline, despite the national trend, is detracting. I don't intend to be apart of Australia's health crisis of affluence and overeating, but will take it when it is offered. Coz complaining to the family chef (my sister) brings about more stress than is recommended in our dietary intakes. Just like chocolate and the typical Aussie Easter.
May our waistlines expand to personal taste this Easter. I trust you, my readers, are enjoying the holiday. I am too.
I had a friend who moved to Sweden last year. In the same sentence that he said he is moving there with his Swedish girlfriend of three months (quite the leap of faith), he mentioned his expanding waistline and how proud of it he was.
He was always about as thin as they come, and I wondered innocently if the constant presence of my gut had anything to do with his calculated development to join the movement that is 'Australia: most overweight country in the world.'
When telling him it should be fairly easy to transfer the new found weight (our country's nickname) into a six pack, he smiled at my ignorance and said "Bro, chicks dig it."
So the women of the world have been egging us on the whole time. Maybe Easter should be used for contemplation as to where the hell we are headed with all this extra weight. Will the land collapse under the burgeoning weight to fall into the sea? Is this a more serious phenomenon than climate change and all the health and oceanic devouring issues it entails?
I guess its simply a new style of rebel. The type to drink way beyond the recommended guidelines, laugh when someone mentions Body Mass Index, and run for the hills when it comes time for a medical checkup with those who dole out the rules of long life to the masses on a daily basis - general practitioners.
In the meanwhile, my big breakfast fry-up is starting to get cold. My waistline, despite the national trend, is detracting. I don't intend to be apart of Australia's health crisis of affluence and overeating, but will take it when it is offered. Coz complaining to the family chef (my sister) brings about more stress than is recommended in our dietary intakes. Just like chocolate and the typical Aussie Easter.
May our waistlines expand to personal taste this Easter. I trust you, my readers, are enjoying the holiday. I am too.
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Comment by Morgan Bell
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i didnt have any chocolate for easter but i did have a case of beer and assorted bottles of wine
Comment by Optomistic Opportunism
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I used to have the same problem with marijuana. When it was on offer, it wouldn't feel right to say no. I have recently gotten over it, simply by saying, No thanks I don't need it. And goddamn it, the empowerment feels more right than any other attitude I've previously had to drugs.
Not a bad achievement considering I was quite the (pot) addict back in high school.