The Scapegoat

From the place where I came from, I was never considered skinny. It might sound alien to you, but where I came from we have a completely different standard of skinniness than here in the UK. To be fair, this standard of beauty always varies so it is impossible to follow every single one of them. I prefer a standard that can be quantified, something that you can put in number — something that is more universal and objective, not just “in the eye of beholder” kind of standard. In this case, I prefer using BMI as a standard.

I am not going to make arguments about the relevance of BMI, or how this archaic standard should not be used in today’s society. Yada. Yada. I don’t think BMI is perfect, but as a general measurement tool, it is pretty much do what it says on the tin. So, move on…

In the beginning of last year, I found out that my BMI was pushing the end of the green limit, and I didn’t like what I saw on the scale. I can’t say that I was shocked either, because to be honest, one should be able to see the signs when one can no longer fit to the jeans one used to love so much. But as much as it didn’t shock me, it still left me with questions: how the hell I got myself to this bloody point? And I kind of blame it on my contraception pills.

See, at that time I thought contraception pill was the logical explanation of the weight gain. It is logical because I have read a lot of articles, and have met a lot of people who gained weight after taking pills. And it was very easy to explain too. Pills affected the hormones, the hormones affected the metabolism system, and metabolism system affected how your body processed food that you ate. It was reasonable to think that the pill caused the weight gain.

So last year I stopped taking the pills and opt for a non hormonal contraception method. (I don’t want to argue about contraception either, I am not here to preach or to be bloody preached about that sort of stuff… so jog bloody on. ) And voila… with the help of calorie counting, I ditched that extra flabs, and go back to my old fabs.

But few weeks ago, I found out that I might be wrong to blame the pills. I have a written evidence that I was already THAT heavy a year before I started taking the pills. I realised I blamed the pills, because it was conveniently explain how I balooned. It is easier to blame something when you get fat… like blaming the situation: the fat genes (yeah, nothing you can do about it..), the big bones (maybe she’s born with it… ), the change of weather or lifestyle when I first move to the UK (food here are different and fattier…). Or blaming someone else: the government because they don’t give cheap and healthy food, the fast food companies for making food so tasty and cheap and fattening, the media for whatever (people do love blaming the media, so why not?).

The real reason…

Yes, it is very convenient if we always have scapegoat for everything, isn’t it? Failed to finish NaNoWriMo? Well, it is easier to blame it on the hard break up that made you cry day and night for 30 days so you cannot focus on writing than to admit that you actually spending so much time on NCIS marathon… no, tv series marathon, not actual marathon which is probably more productive and beneficial for your health. Can’t get a bloody job? Well, it is easier to blame it on the government and the immigrants for stealing the jobs by willing to do harder work for less money obviously, than to admit that you are actually underqualified for the job, but overestimate yourself, and extremely demanding worker… I mean if you are an employer, you make it very easy for them to make a choice, don’t you?

Losing an election? Blame it on the population, calling them stupid, or ignorant, or gullible. It is easier to do that than to admit how you have ignored their genuine worry about illegal immigration, the rise of the radicals, and instead of taking it in and think about how to resolve the problem you go back to them and call them unreasonable and paranoid. You think they’re going to vote for you when you do that? And you’re surprised you end up with Brexit? Or Trump? Or maybe next week… even Le Pen? It is easier to blame on these so called populists than to realise that you are actually losing touch with your own people, isn’t it?

Yeah… that doesn’t surprise me at all. Blaming others, and scapegoating is pretty much what people do. What surprised me is that I fell on the same pit too. I thought I was one of these special people who “get it”. Knowing how stupid and irresponsible it is to just blame others for something that happened because of our own doing doesn’t mean I couldn’t make the same mistake. Apparently, I am not immune to that, and realising that makes me think what else that I have done?

Pretty heavy eh?

That’s Monday for you…

It’s early!

Uuuuurgh! Good morning world. It’s 06.30 and it’s a Monday. that is never a fun combination anywhere in the world. 

It’s doubly difficult since today will be my first day back at work after a week off – easter holiday.

But I have brushed my teeth, weighed myself, thrown cold water on my face and am now sitting at the dining room table with a mug of real coffee in front of me. I have an hour to go from shambling zombie to vaguely human.

Did I mention weighing myself? Why I do believe that I did. You may have noticed that my beautiful alien wife knows a bit about weight loss. actually she knows a lot. She decided to find out the science behind weight control and then went for the direct method. 

She filtered out all the dietary schemes and claims from the adverts in the media and she found out a way that works. It even works for me – a grumpy bloke who didn’t really have an inclination to diet.

So what’s the secret? It’s really simple actually. Basically it’s calorie counting. You have a daily calorie goal and add up the calories of anything you eat until you hit that goal. don’t go over the daily goal and you will lose weight…. that’s it. 

It works, too. I decided many months ago that I was getting a “bit porky” (although considering the rising obesity in the UK I’m probably still not considered “overweight” by anyone but doctors). I adopted my beautiful alien wifes counting scheme and although I wasn’t as regimented or “serious” about it, I actually lost weight! Best thing is that you don’t give up “naughty food” – you just need to be aware of foods calorific content and keep an eye on the numbers. 

Of course you also probably need to make sure that your diet is balanced and you get all the proper vitamins and minerals. 

Like a lot of things My own calorie counting went out of the window a while back. I briefly became an alien in a tropical paradise and a weeks worth of amazing “foreign” food made me forget about my diet. 

I noticed though that since I stopped smoking (I consider myself as “almost” stopped) I have gotten porky again so it’s time to start eating sensibly. I have already lost a few kilos so that’s all good and promising. 

It’s now 07.00. 

I’ll have to leave for work soon. Second coffee now 🙂

It’s proper coffee too. Ground and filtered in a machine, not your instant freeze dried stuff. I realised a few years ago that it’s actually not too expensive to have real coffee. You can buy half decent ground coffee for £1 so even a coffee monster like me can have a decent brew. 

Ah… but I’m going to have to stop typing now. I need to get dressed and bugger off to work. 

At least I’m almost awake now.