Fat Boy returns!!!! After JWF1415's persistent bugging. xD. Nah. I love my 'lil Fatty!
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Day Four
Oh God, please tell me I’m not crazy. This is ridiculous! I thought that my life was going to be changed because I listened to a radio talk show. That sounds so stupid, but it’s true. Last night, right after I had written that last entry, I turned on my radio like I always do. It’s sort of like my lullaby, but that in itself seems completely childish.
The talk show was on teen health. (How ironic!) The guest speaker was some pediatrician who specialized in healthy lifestyles. Talk shows bore me to death, however I don’t even remember why I didn’t turn it off. I guess it was something that they said about obese teens.
The guest speaker said that if teens didn’t create a healthy lifestyle now, they could become obese when they grow older, if they aren’t already. I wasn't quite sure if I was obese and wondered if there is a certain weight that you had to reach in order to be classified as such. Anyway, they went on to list three tips for teens to lose weight and become healthier.
The first was take away soda. I was thinking, “Why not take away all of the crappy foods? Why just soda?" She explained that soda was nothing but sugar, carbonated water, salt and caffeine. (Then why do they make soda so dang good?) Soda was among the number one leading foods that make teens become overweight.
I could relate... sorta. I drink a lot of soda. I don’t know why - it’s just the way my boat floats. I mean, seriously, who would rather drink a glass of tasteless water when you could enjoy a nice Dr. Pepper? Come on! Soda tastes so much better.
The pediatrician went on to say that teens drink about thirty-two ounces of pop a day. That’s about two and a half cans a day. She clearly stated that in order to maintain a healthy lifestyle, we must limit ourselves down to one soda a week.
One soda a freaking week.
I think I laughed when she said that. No way on earth was I gonna drink only one soda a week. That was crazy. I basically live off of that stuff. To take away that much pop would be hell.
The second step was to know that there were no ‘good’ foods and ‘bad’ foods. There were only unhealthy foods and healthy foods. The talk show host asked, “Why aren't there any bad foods?”
The doctor replied, “Because nothing is bad. There are only unhealthy choices. We could go out to dinner every so often and make some unhealthy choices, but that doesn’t mean the food we eat is bad.”
It made sense – sorta.
The last tip made me roll my eyes: Get active!
That was the last thing I wanted to hear over and over again. I knew for certain that I wasn't magically gonna change. It’s impossible. Even though I beg God every night for me to wake up the next morning and discover that I am thin, it’s not gonna happen.
Then why was it so freaking difficult for me to get up and run or something?
She said, “Teens must get at least sixty minutes of vigorous exercise a day. An example of that is running. It gets your heart rate up above the norm and it keeps it pumping.”
Too easy said, too hard done.
The radio show ended there. I rolled my eyes again and dug my head into my pillow. I bit my lip as hard as I could, wondering why I couldn’t be like everyone else. Weight was such an issue that I couldn’t even go out of my own room without getting the feeling that I was gonna get mocked.
It was becoming too much. I needed to do something. I knew that I had said this a billion times before, but I actually need to do something about it.
Tomorrow, I remember compromising, I will not drink a single can of soda. I will eat fruits and veggies. I’ll try to drink water and I’ll run around the block.
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Earlier this morning, I ate an apple for breakfast. My chest was so puffed out that day that I was sure that people thought I was growing breasts or something.
“Nah, I told them. “I ate an apple!”
Sure, I got those strange and idiotic glances like I always did, but I thought, “Screw them. What do they know? I’m on my way to lose weight.”
For lunch I chose to eat a salad. I’m not too big on anything green or healthy, but I picked it out from the lunch cart and grinned at the lunch lady as I paid. They gave me those stupid stares again, but I shrugged them off.
The moment I sat down to eat the salad, I smothered it with ranch dressing and furiously dug in. The apple just hadn’t cut it that morning. The salad tasted different than anything I had ever tasted, yet I couldn’t decide if I liked it or not.
After about the second mouthful, I was getting really itchy. It started on my arm and then slowly migrated up to my chest and I was scratching like no other. There was a girl sitting across from me, watching me pile the salad in. When she noticed something on my face she scrunched her face up and pointed at me.
“Ew! What’s that?”
I put my hand up to my cheek and it started to itch like crazy. So I itched it and the girl’s eyes grew wider.
“Dude, you have some kinda rash or something. It’s so gross looking!” the girl said.
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I found out today, after vomiting up my salad, that I was allergic to mushrooms. Apparently the little buggers had crept into my lunch and I ate them. My mom took me home early that day and I never wanted to eat another salad again.
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My, my, you wonderful reader! Thank you for reading this part of Fat Boy's life. He appreciates it if you would leave a comment also. *wink wink*
The last part was easier to follow -- probably 'cause it had more imagery to it, played more like a story. The beginning with the talkshow host was a little telly, but Fatty here tells it with such voice, it's not too hard to follow! 
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