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Tired and feeling unwell again today. Candida or whatever it is, is on me. Eyes dark, dog tired, dry mouth, very low energy and constantly craving sugar. Hard to concentrate, focus and I'm totally bloated with excruciatingly bad wind. Sorry to say it, but it really is a terrible problem when you work in an office with 100 people. I think i shall move my desk into the fire escape. I should be quarantined. Yuk
Consequently today was a 'nothing day'. Did what i needed to do at work and left before rush hour. All i wanted to do was get back, shut the door and sleep. No training today. Can't face running or training today. It's basically a bad hangover, which is a bit frustrating seeing as i didn't have the pleasure of getting totally fucked last night, ending up in Bromley, at a party at 6am with 2 ladies of the night and a midget., mind you that never happened when i was drinking i just got lairy, punched outm kicked out, blacked out and arrested.
I suppose I'm going to have to go and see some kind of expert to get it cleared up, either that or start drinking again. Maybe that will have a double negative and cure this poison in me. Though to be fair Dr Evans has been somewhat wide of the mark with some self diagnosis in the past. I thought i had a double hernia once, turned out to be a mosquito bite in the groin. The there was lymphatic cancer, which on GP's advice was a heavy cold. I think therefore i should leave medical prognosis's to the professionals.
Talking of doctor's i was watching Supersize v Superskinny, which is effectively medically controlled cruelty. For anyone who hasn't seen it, They get a Germanic looking Doctor, I think it's Dr Cripin, all blond hair and teeth, who looks like the bloke who was lead singer of ABC. He is the presenter, and he effectively scares people shit less about Obesity all over the world.
Premise is they get a load of massive fatties and a load of massively undernourished puny thinnies, most of which have an eating disorder, put them in a house together for 36 hours and they are forced to eat each other's diets. Prooves to be a bit of a struggle for both. To see the thinnies get through colossal portions of burgers, pizzas, chips, crumble etc and the fatties used to feeding all day have to have 1 tiny meal a day is painful stuff.
Anyway, they also highlight the problems with obesity worldwide and how over eating or food/sugar is as harmful as heroin or any other drug. More people die from obesity, and related disorders than anything else, booze and drugs combined. Plus the strain (no pun intended) it puts on health care, welfare is enormous (again no pun) - so consequently it is a massive (pun) problem for today's society.
To see last night's was interesting as it took in an Over Eaters anonymous meeting and showed over eating or eating disorder as a form of addiction, which I'm on board with.
The food companies are like drug dealers, injecting sugar into cereals etc to get kids hooked when they are young, and the amount of shit they put in all the foods, salt, lard, fat, sugar, additives, are all designed to appeal to the taste buds and get people hooked. They are cunts. And do you think the government idea of putting a warning sign on a packet of digestives will put off a chronically obese person hopelessly addicted to food and sugary shit. will it fuck. what a ludicrous idea. The government are total fucking morons. Especially as Clegg, Cameron and Osbourne look like the love a Malt Loaf or two.
Anyway i digress, what amused me last night, is that GP's in America and now a little over here, are diagnosing these poor people as Not only Morbidly Obese (hate that term as if i was that fat i would be fucking morbid, no need to name me that too you rude bastards. Stick with clinical Obese. You don't get people Morbidly Depressed do you? No it's clinical depression. Sounds much more credible then) .
As if that's not bad enough, they are also diagnosing them with Binge Eating Syndrome. No shit? Stating the obvious. If you're touching 30 stone and not your toes, there clearly is a problem with eating. Do you need a syndrome attached to that to know that's the case. Apparently it's that people cannot process emotions and feelings so will constantly eat and binge to mask the feelings.. I'm a binge eater, i can go along with that, but the medical profession have been so inappropriate and insensitive here in naming it that.
Most people who are obese, or most women, and quite alot of men (including myself) Get down and depressed when you have put on weight. When you are really big that makes you shy away, be super sensitive and low self esteem. I should know, although i wasn't massively obese i was nudging 16 stone and had big man tits and flab, and as a kid i was chubby with man tits and i was soooo embarrassed. It is harsh and i feel so sorry for anyone who suffers no matter what their condition. Now there is nothing wrong with being big. Nothing wrong with being chubby, or real, whatever makes you happy, but there is a line when people become dangerously obese. Can i just call it Fat please? Old school.
So with all this in mind. With the need to be sensitive about people's weight, about their self esteem because of their size, they go and diagnose this as Binge Eating Syndrome, otherwise known as B.E.D. Bed!!! The very thing that signifies giving up. What do you do when you eat the entire bakery section of Asda? Go to bed. Sleep, feel miserable, hide away. Then when you get the craving again. eat more, in bed., Just give up doc hey. Thanks doc, you've made me feel great. Just book that winch to get me out of bed through the window to hospital and make a channel 4 documentary called '50 stone B.E.D'. Bed. It's the thing you're sent to when you're naughty and 5. It;s what you take to when you're depressed. It's illness. It's fucking ridiculous calling obese people that. Clinical Over eating, anything other than bed. Come on medical profession!
Anyway, i believe in people, i believe in change and i respect anyone trying to change themselves for the better, no matter if they fall alot or don't succeed I'm just so emotional and love to see people try. It gives me hope.
And please do not thing I'm fattest, as I'm not. I know i may comment alot about it, but i try to be funny and joke about it. Why because underneath this lithe and lean marathon runner lies a morbidly obese man, as given half the chance i would be doing exactly the same as those people. I just love to eat. Show me a family pack of cakes, clubs, kit Kat's, breakaways, blue ribbons, fig rolls, Garibaldi's. Jafa cakes, Tunnocks Tea cakes, ad infintum and I'll show you an empty packet and a load of crumbs.
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