Tuesday, 22nd April 2008
Food for thought
My father was
very fond of photography, always bought the latest cameras, photo magazines and
had two very eager models for all his experimental shots! My sister and I, that
is. This hobby resulted in so many memories being captured on tons of photographs,
which always take me through a roller coaster of emotions when I leaf through
the albums.
It’s always when I reach the ones of me age 10 till 15 where I shift uncomfortably and shudder at the thought of feeling so envious of my friends who had athletic figures due to playing tennis at the Marsa Sports Club or swimming at Neptunes. So you see, it was a double deal envy scenario where I was haunted by the feelings of wanting desperately to be in the clique of girls who had beautiful figures and Reebok tennis raquets and Speedo swim suits.
I never had a side ponytail because I had short curly hair and I ate to my heart’s content because I enjoyed my food and there was no concept of dieting instilled in my mind. Times were very different to now. My sister at 14 has a beautiful model like figure and yet she still stands in front of the mirror asking me if she’s fat. It’s a generation that has many warped images of what the body should look like and a very troubled relationship with food.
The only time I stupidly started to starve myself was at the age of 16. I still remember standing in the canteen at St Aloysius, not a new face to the guy behind the bar, he looked at me in confusion as I ordered a brown bread sandwich and picked a green apple. At first I kept a diet of no carbohydrates and vegetables, but pretty soon I started omitting meat and ate vegetables only, then as my weight dropped, I also omitted the greens and downed nothing but coffee all day long. It didn’t last much, so I’m not going to relate a near death anorexic experience, cause that would be using sensationalism, which isn’t truthful. But it was kind of weird, when my friends commented about how much weight I lost and I looked into the mirror and still saw an image of the 11 year old I hated being.
Seems like this experience shed my puppy fat and the following years went by with my weight fluctuating as is normal for most teenage girls. Being quite small my weight yo-yos from 50 kilos to 53. But frankly I couldn’t give a rat’s ass how much I weigh. All I know is that a healthy balanced diet and a zest for life got me back on track.
Now I eat food because I enjoy the pleasure of a variety of tastes available to us due to the imagination and passion for food of some of the island’s most talented chefs. (Dining out is one of my favourite past times.)
I eat my food because my stomach grumbles and is in dire need of being fed. I eat my food because I am not conditioned by anything or anyone to look a certain way. I am happy with my body, sure I wish I could spray paint my clothes on and walk around without wondering if my ass jiggles and if my boobs are perky enough, but I’ll just be realistic and convince myself it’s never really going to be the case of me to strip like that…except maybe at some photo shoot! Hehehe
I eat my food because I have made sure that for each burger I wolf down, I do some sort of exercise. For every action there’s a reaction. There was a time I developed an addiction for ‘Champs’ at odd hours of the morning, quite obviously by the time I’d scoffed what seemed like the twentieth meat pie by the end of 3 weeks everything started to feel tight around the waist and my face looked a bit spotty. That’s what lard and preservatives do to you. I’d be a hypocrite if I said that I don’t drive past with extreme lust for any of those treats but I’ve learnt to control my urges. I guess moderation is the key to a lean figure and all the jumping around I’ll be doing on stage at the gigs I’m playing this Summer to promote the release of my new album!!
RSS
Comments
Hey I look forward to the album and was a bit disappointed it didn't come out before, so can't wait!
Greetings and compliments from Russia! Waiting for your new album and its promotion! :)
make sure you use an oil based paint rather than a water based one.........the oil based paint tends to disperse evenly upon application and it also has the added benefit of tightening slightly when it dries up thus ensuring a frisky perk and not too generous jiggle.........
By the way, if you were to walk around with your clothes spray painted on I am sure most of the guys and some girl too would not complain at all. HAHA. Apart from maybe a few prudes and a few older more "sophisticated" women.